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Throughout the centuries, Zhongli has been known by many names.
His soldiers make their offerings to the God of War, praying for their God’s strength and tenacity in battle. His citizens call him Morax, a golden candle held between their palms as they prayed for him to bless their crops and wealth. Shrewd businessmen struck deals under his name, with a warning that the God of Contracts would make them pay if they ever tried to swindle their way out. To them, he was the almighty Archon who earned his place amongst the 7 and raised Liyue from stone and dirt.
But nothing can compare to the way his name falls from your lips.
You clear your throat, hesitant and soft.
“My lamb, you are late.” Though his deep timbre is followed by a smile. “Morax will be displeased.”
A clear shudder runs across your shoulders. “I-I apologize, I was caught up on my way here.”
Golden eyes narrow, the temple seems to quake under your feet. But his voice is as calm as ever, never wavering, never flinching. “Who dared to stop a Geo maiden?”
Being a Geo maiden bound you to him - your revered Archon. Everything about you was his, and something about that made him possessive.
Your breath hitches, a low delicious sound that reaches Zhongli’s keen ears. None of his priestesses’ devotions have been as satisfying as yours, none of their offerings have ever been as sweet as yours. And Zhongli never saw a lost lamb, seeking guidance under the Lord of Geo. No, he’d always seen you as his woman, a woman in need. If possible, Zhongli would keep you under his thumb forever. Alas, he could only take on the form of a head priest. To make sure he could keep a watchful eye over his favorite maiden.
He rose to his feet, his golden robes rustling against the floor when Zhongli walked toward you. His large hand cups your cheek, the rough pads of his fingertips digging slightly into your soft cheek as Zhongli tilts your chin to meet his intense gaze.
“Tell me,” he says softly, “What happened?”
Your hands clasp together across your knees, a shaky breath escaping your parted lips as you gaze upon Zhongli. He can feel you tense underneath his fingers, but you don’t draw back, even with your current position, where he’s sure the cold stone tiles are digging into your knees as you kneel in front of him.
“Remember.” His thumb rubs an absentminded circle over your cheek. “The God of Contracts detests lies,” he said in a low voice.
Immediately, a brief look of panic flits across your eyes. Zhongli nearly chuckles, your devotion to your Archon is as endearing as ever.
“I had a mishap happen at home,” you murmur as your fluttering lashes sweep across your cheekbones. “I apologize. It took me slightly longer to get here because of my mistake.”
You blink a lot when you lie.
This time, the rough thumb that digs into your round cheeks is purposeful and cruel. So much so that you yelp in pain.
Zhongli’s elegant brows raised slightly. “Did my words fall on deaf ears?”
Looking at him with widened eyes, you blurted, “P-Please, I speak nothing but the truth.” You wring your hands in your robes, trying your best not to shy away from the head priest’s intimidating gold gaze. Something in his scorched amber eyes seems to glow when Zhongli hears your explanation.
You knew of Zhongli’s famed reputation. One that instilled respect and awe whenever he strolled through Liyue. You’ve seen sickly patients beg for his magic touch, seen even the fiercest soldiers bow for his prophecies or guidance. As one of the many Geo maidens serving Rex Lapis, Zhongli was the epitome you longed to be. A man whom you’ve grown to revere. So why? Why is he looking at you with such a dark gaze? Never had you seen such a look in his eyes. One that betrayed anger… and wrath.
“Zhongli Xiansheng,” you gasped, “Have I offended y-”
“The truth,” he warned darkly. “A mortal lie cannot deceive me.”
Your heart leaps to your throat.
Immediately, a string of apologies falls out of your trembling mouth. How could you be so impudent to think that you could fool Zhongli? The panic in your voice almost cracks a smile in Zhongli’s stony facade.
Finally, the truth slips from your lips. A foolish man who stopped you in the marketplace when you were purchasing fruits for the temple.
“And why did he stop you?”
“He wanted t-to court me,” you reply with a stuttered gasp when Zhongli traces his finger across your lips. You doubt he is even listening, there is an odd look gleaming in his eyes. He doesn’t speak, and the heavy silence hung upon your shoulders is so stifling that you find it hard to breathe. Nevertheless, Zhongli could read every tremble that skates across your delicate frame, every breath that escapes your mouth, every goosebump. And a darker side of him wants to push you even further. Until those bright eyes of yours are filled with tears. Until you are groveling at his feet.
“Didn’t you promise to devote your body, heart, and soul to Morax?” Zhongli says, his voice lower than a whisper. There was an unreadable expression on his face. “How could you go back on your vow? Did you tempt him with your body? Responded to him with a smile?”
“N-No, please-”
“I do not accept excuses.”
Zhongli’s harshness stung. You’ve witnessed the head priest’s wrath before. A Liyue merchant who swindled his customers with a modified brass scale, a Fatui underling who tried to harm a group of innocent children.
None of them escaped unscathed.
Each time you watched Zhongli deliver justice, you’d watch on in a mixture of fear and awe. Never in your life had you expected that you would be on the end of it.
Your heart flutters like a trapped hummingbird. “Zhongli Xiansheng,” you tried again. “I swear on my name, I have upheld my vow to Morax ever since I took on the role of the Geo maiden.” Your desperate voice cracks toward the end.
And finally, Zhongli’s stony mask seemed to soften the slightest bit. “I have never doubted your devotion, my dear lamb.” He tilts his head to the side, Zhongli’s dark locks follow the movement as he glances down at your kneeling figure imperiously.
“But, I cannot let your mortal mistake go unpunished.”
His large hands wrap around your waist as Zhongli lifts you up like you weigh nothing more than a paper doll.
“Turn around.” The heavy timbre of Zhongli’s voice was an order. In haste, you turned around and braced your trembling hands on the stone altar. The large marble stone where you used to place fruits and glaze lilies. The stone altar right underneath Rex Lapis’ domineering statue.
Zhongli hums behind you, his large calloused hand flattens in the space between your shoulder blades, pushing you down in a gentle yet firm grip until you are entirely bent over. The side of your face presses against the cool surface, yet, your skin is burning hotter than the sun.
He likes everything about you a little too much. The picture before him, with you on the tip of your toes and hitched breaths panting for air. It makes him want to devour you whole. Your modest robes hitch up your calves. When Zhongli pushes the long skirt up to your waist, exposing your entire lower half, he ignores your weak protests. Instead, the hand on your back merely presses down even harder, pinning your squirming body still.
His hand smoothes its way up to the back of your neck. “Did you lie to me?” Zhongli asks. Something in the deep timbre of his voice tells you that he already knows the answer.
Silence.
The fingers around your neck tightens and you nod.
“Even after I warned you?”
A pause. Then another shaky, timid nod.
The crack that resounded around the temple chambers made you yelp in pain. Without warning, Zhongli’s palm connects against your plump ass again.
After the second blow, you squeeze your eyes shut. Yet, the third never comes. Zhongli doesn’t spank you again, although the reddened handprint on your ass tempts his patience. Instead, he ran his hand from your shoulder to your hip, feeling the curve of your breasts where it was pressed against the stone, the dip of your waist, the firm swell of your ass. He takes his time, ignoring your choked whimpers as he drowns himself in your absolutely sinful body. No amount of modesty can hide you from him. Maybe that’s why men flock to you like bees to honey. While Zhongli cannot blame you, it doesn’t mean that he’s above not taking advantage of your reverence. And then, he repeated the action with both hands. This time, letting his hands drift down to the hem of your skirt. His touch is greedier, rougher.
Before you can react, Zhongli’s deft fingers yank your skirt down as he knelt down behind you and spreads your legs. Finally, your cunt was bared to him. The one he’d been fantasizing about ever since you showed up at his temple.
“My little lamb,” Zhongli whispered, his hot breath skating over your glistening slit as you whimper, “You are so wet right now.”
“W-wait, please!” You squeal. You should be pushing him away, but the thought of offending Zhongli causes a nauseous pit of dread to form in your stomach. Your pathetic whimpers echo around the high ceilings of the temple. The towering statue of Rex Lapis looms over the two of you, your Archon’s stony eyes seem to be burning holes into your skin. You can’t bear to even open your eyes. “W-we can’t do this! It’s wrong.”
Zhongli merely chuckles a deep hearty sound that makes your toes curl. “It is wrong,” he agrees, “But just one taste. I’m sure Morax will not be wrathful for just one taste.”
He leans forward and traces his tongue all the way from your throbbing clit to your cunt. Zhongli groans into your cunt, the taste of your slick stains his tongue, more intoxicating than any wine yet sweeter than the wildest fruits. This one taste was simply not enough to satiate this ruthless Archon.
Zhongli hums to himself, pressing a kiss against your inner thigh. “Please,” he whispers into your skin. “Just one more.” The touch of his tongue in you makes you cry out against the altar, your fingers scrabble against the stone surface as Zhongli laps at your cunt like a man possessed.
Gone is the dignified priest with his wise smiles and musings. Instead, the man with his face buried between your trembling legs is ravenous, like a starved wolf feasting on its first meal. The side of Zhongli has been hidden all this time.
All of a sudden, Zhongli’s mouth against your twitching cunt is gone. Instead, his large frame is pressed against your back, the elegant embroidery of his robes pressed against your sensitive skin. “Are you going to be honest, my little lamb?” He murmurs against the back of your neck.
The warmth of Zhongli’s body is almost overwhelming, and you aren’t even sure if you can deny him if you want. Upon your silence, blunt teeth grazes against your shoulder, making your back arch in surprise. You tried to shift away, a pathetic attempt to put some distance between the two of your bodies. But Zhongli merely holds your hips down with a single hand.
“Hmm?”Zhongli mused, his voice dark and rich even in your hazy hearing. The stark difference in your composures made your skin flush as hot as the sun. “Have you not learnt your lesson?” He presses a kiss on the back of your neck, another one on your spin, another one on your hip.
“Y-Yes,” you finally croak.
“Good girl.” Despite the confusion and conflict swirling in your gut, hearing Zhongli’s tender praise has you yearning for more. Gentle hands guide you to turn around so you are facing him. “Don’t you see how good it feels to be honest?”
Dimly, you realized that Zhongli’s eyes were glowing. His striking eyes burning in rings of fire and molten gold. With those piercing eyes still fixated on your flushed faze, Zhongli kneels again. Zhongli has to suppress a laugh at the dazed look in your bright eyes. How long has it been since the God of War knelt? But for you, Zhongli will kneel for an eternity if you wished. “Obey me and you will be rewarded.” Once again, he spreads your thighs open. A kiss on your clit makes you keen. “Serve me , and I will keep you as mine.”
Before you can correct Zhongli, doesn’t he mean Morax? His tongue meets your glistening slit again.
Despite the guilt coursing through your veins, the pleasure trumps it. You might not even be aware, but your hips are grinding upward to meet his mouth. Zhongli grants your wish without a second thought. He laves his tongue over your cunt again, harsh fingers digging into your plush thighs to keep you open. The Archon can’t seem to help himself too. In fact, how can he? You taste so sweet, so intoxicating. Your soft mortal body pressed against his is warm and inviting. Like you want your Archon to take more of you. Unconsciously, his grip on you is getting tighter with each second.
“Z-Zhongli Xiansheng,” you whimper. A pressure is building in your core. The type that made your head spin and your toes curl. You wanted- needed the release, and each stroke of Zhongli’s tongue was taking you higher on the current of pleasure. Everything seems so sharp and blurry at the same time, save for your stuttered whines and the absolutely lewd sound of Zhongli’s mouth against your cunt, you swear that the empty temple is amplifying everything.
As if answering your thoughts, his tongue laps across your clit again. A simple motion that has you arching off the stone and your thighs clamping around Zhongli’s face. Zhongli merely chuckles, you can feel his curved smile against your skin.
“Tell me your vow again,” Zhongli says out of nowhere. His normally husky voice is tinged with arousal. His other hand glides to rub a messy little circle around your sensitive clit. You cried out, bleary eyes meeting his sharp ones. Your slick has made a mess on the stone altar, one that Zhongli easily fixes by rubbing it away with a swipe of his fingers.
“I-” you began, only to be cut off with a breathy squeal when Zhongli slides his fingers into you. Your mouth falls open in a silent cry when another finger joins the first, spreading you open. Your hips writhe under his touch. Whether it was to get away or to urge them deeper, you weren’t even sure.
“Speak,” Zhongli demands, as if he isn’t knuckles deep buried in your pulsing cunt. “Have you forgotten your punishment?”
An unbecoming whine echoes in the air. Dimly, you realize that you were the one who made such a high-pitched sound. If it had been moments ago, you would have winced at how lewd you sounded. “I p-promise not to lie again,” you pant as another breathy moan leaves you. “I promise to serve Lord Morax with my everything!”
Zhongli nearly shudders to hear such a raw promise. Against his robes, his cock was painfully hard. Such submission, such devotion. It’s only fair if your reverence belongs to him. Your quivering thighs twitch around his head when Zhongli dips his head to taste your nectar again.
He doesn’t stop even when you cum, your cries seem to fall on deaf ears even as you tip past the edge of pleasure. The soft warmth and flutter of your pussy beckons to him, and Zhongli doesn’t stop licking, even when you are crying and sobbing. “Z-Zhongli Xiansheng, please, please.” The overstimulation was too much for you to bear, weakly, your fingers fist against his hair as you tried to push his head away with tears of pleasurable pain streaming down your cheeks.
And when Zhongli finally takes mercy on your wails, you are nothing but a puddle of mess against the stone altar. His lips and sharp jaw glistens under the flickering candlelight. And when his pink tongue darts out to lick your arousal, you feel your body tremble with a twisted sense of longing. Zhongli’s arm is still digging into your thighs. Now that your orgasm isn’t there to distract you from his iron-like grip, the pain is sore enough that you wince.
It takes you a long moment before your brain can think coherently again. And when you finally regain your senses, you feel something prod against your slicked-up entrance.
Zhongli’s cock was lengthy and thick, the head flushed pink and dripping with a milky drip of precum. The warmth of his throbbing length pressed against your still sensitive folds makes your eyes widen in shock.
“Zhongli Xiansheng…?”
“Yes, my little lamb?” Zhongli smiles at you. His tip still pressed against your swollen cunt. You came so easily, he’d forgotten how little control his mortals exert over themselves. When Zhongli recalls the way you came, your delicious breathy moans, the taste of you spreading across his tongue, he wonders how many times you’ll orgasm again before he does.
“I-It’s not going to fit,” you say in a voice that doesn’t sound like yours.
A flicker of amusement flits across his eyes. “Are you doubting me?”
“N-No!” you reply in panic. There were still tears clinging to your sweeping lashes. With a gentle motion, Zhongli reached forward and brushes them away. “Don’t worry.” He pushes the tip in, earning a sharp gasp from you and a low hiss from Zhongli’s clenched jaw. Your inner walls pulses over the tip of his shaft. So soft, so tight. Zhongli inhales deeply to regain his composure.“You take what you can.”
“Of course,” he coos as he rubs your clit. Another deliciously cruel inch sinks into your pulsing cunt, making you tear up again. “I’ll make sure to be gentle.”
“It’s what Morax would have wanted for his sweet little lamb.”