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The night was still young. There was still time to back out and decline the invitation, but Xiao felt his stomach clench. His lord had been so kind to invite him—him—or all people, and for Xiao to deny such a gift would be a sign of disrespect. He wanted to please his lord in any way, but he wasn’t expecting this.
Unlike his lord, Xiao wore his usual attire, equipped with his aged polearm and mask. “Master,” he murmured, eyes raking over the beautiful sight of the geo lord.
Morax was swaddled in brown and gold silk clothing, his horns and other draconic features disappearing from sight. “I thought it would be nice to walk around Liyue. No titles, no responsibilities—just walk around just as we are,” he suggested, earth-brown hair spilling down his well-toned shoulders.
“That would be very unwise, my Lord,” Xiao murmured, wetting his bottom lip. “The plains cannot be left unguarded. I must—”
“Come join me. It will be worth your time,” Morax cooed, his voice smooth like syrup as he extended a hand to the smaller warrior, his smile enticing and friendly. “Cloud Retainer will understand and send for someone else. Tonight, I wish for you to entertain this old dragon.”
Xiao swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes flickering back to Morax’s soft face and then his offered hand.
“Just for a night is all I ask,” Morax reassured.
“Just for one night?” Xiao parroted, exhaling through his nose.
The lord of geo nodded, his warm smile never wavering. “Just for the one night. Humor me for a night, Xiao,” Morax asked.
Xiao gave in, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. “Very well, my Lord,” the adepti said, his insides knotting when Morax’s smile widened. “This one will join you.”
“Perfect,” Morax grinned, turning back to finish dressing.
Of course, the adepti gave his lord all the privacy he could ask for, stepping out of the room with his heart thrumming against his chest. Something about Rex Lapis always made Xiao feel strange. Never bad, just a feeling the short yaksha wasn’t accustomed to.
It made his stomach twist and his skin go clammy. Sometimes, the feelings became intense and unbearable to deal with some nights. It sometimes devolved into a sickness, a plague that had Xiao burning with complete shame as he touched himself. Stroking himself until he was quietly sobbing his master’s name into the pillow and shaking from a lackluster orgasm. Fingering himself and filling himself with the thought of his lord holding him down and fucking him until he was incoherent.
He felt dirty when the feeling passed. Xiao worked himself to the bone after a session, wanting to repent for his sins—for his crimes. He fought until exhaustion settled into his bones and could no longer stand, sitting in the carnage he had created.
When Morax permitted him to re-enter, Xiao stood in the doorway, drinking in the beautiful sight of the lord of geo. He stood tall, regal, and composed, appearing like any other human Xiao had laid eyes on.
But to compare his lord to an average mortal would be absurd. There was a certain divinity that Xiao couldn’t describe. A warm light shone behind Morax’s cor lapis colored eyes—a light he could always recognize in his lord.
“You’re staring,” Morax pointed out in a teasing tone.
Xiao swallowed, cheeks flaming. “This one apologizes, Master.”
Morax shushed Xiao, finger pressed to plush lips. “No need for formalities tonight. Just Zhongli will suffice for now, Xiao,” he said. “I want you to enjoy yourself tonight. You work yourself too hard these days.”
“This one apologizes, Mas—Zhongli,” Xiao tested, the name foreign and strange on his tongue. It sounded wrong, an improper way to address a mighty deity, but Xiao would not argue with his lord’s wishes.
“Good,” Morax said warmly, leading Xiao to the festival outside. The air was warm—everything was colorful and bright as they stepped out, being assaulted by the loud cheering and the sound of music.
As they walked around the harbor, the duo had the great pleasure of meeting Aether and his floating companion. Of course, Morax entertained the blonde-haired human and Paimon, educating them about the history of the Lantern Festival. He spoke smoothly, excitedly even, informing the traveler and his party about how the Liyuians celebrated yearly.
“Wow! Paimon had no idea that the people of Liyue loved their archon that much!” Paimon gasped, flitting around Aether’s head. “Paimon is glad that we came! It sure is fun!”
“Indeed,” Morax chuckled, sharing a look with Xiao. “Would you like to stay with us, or shall we leave you two to look around?”
“We are going to look around for a bit. I’m unsure of what we’re going to do,” Aether laughed, his voice gentle. “If you two are still wandering about, would you like to meet up? We could watch the fireworks,” he suggested.
Morax nodded, casting a glance at his yaksha. “Would you humor me and join us for the fireworks if I can remember?” he asked.
Xiao nodded, unable to deny such a simple request. “Yes, this one will join you,” he said.
“Great! We’ll see you two later,” Aether said happily, leading Paimon to one of the shops offering free samples.
Alone again, Morax reached for Xiao’s hand and laced their fingers together. Like a miss puzzle piece, they meshed well and felt so natural to the small yaksha. He said nothing, feeling his heart pick up pace as he followed his lord, observing the citizens.
It was calming to see his god so serene.
While Xiao did not need food, he enjoyed the aromas that teased his nose. Everything smelled wonderful, and he joined his lord as the geo archon savored every morsel he was offered. Sometimes, Xiao would offer the rest of his food to Morax, raising his hand to his mouth and watching with hungry interest as Morax’s mouth opened. His stomach clenched when that forked tongue licked the tips of his fingers, savoring the lingering flavor before Xiao retracted his fingers, somehow forgetting how to breathe altogether.
“Mm, delicious,” Morax voiced, golden eyes half-hooded, and Xiao burned with shame.
His thoughts turned wicked, sinfully erotic, as his cock twitched. He longed for that wicked mouth to descend on his body and touch him, to caress and love him as he was. Xiao craved Morax’s touch; it was a selfish and horrible desire, but he could not help himself, not when he was being teased so cruelly.
When Morax released his hand and continued walking through the city, Xiao was both grateful and disappointed that it did not proceed.
They passed a shop, listening to a woman boast about the alluring effects of a perfume she was selling. It was rumored to seduce people, to lead them into one’s bed for a night of promised pleasure. The woman went on to explain that not even great and divine beings could resist the enticing scent of the perfume. That anyone exposed to the smell would give into their carnal desires; it was inescapable.
“How absurd,” Xiao muttered, trailing after his master into the shop, remaining at his side while Morax examined the mauve bottle, tracing the bronze trim.
“I think it’s a bold claim,” Morax laughed softly, weighing the bottle in his hand. “To think humans have evolved over the years. They are certainly intelligent creatures; they are.”
Xiao snorted, “Idiotic would be a better word.”
Morax said nothing, reaching into his pocket for a small, brown leather bag that jangled with mora. “Oh, I wouldn’t be so cruel and call them idiotic, my dear Xiao. Misguided, yes, but humans are smart to an extent,” he explained, handing the woman his payment and exiting the shop with Xiao in tow. “Humans have learned to survive without me. I wonder what else they are capable of doing now. Times are changing, after all.”
“Is that why you purchased that bottle?” Xiao asked.
Morax nodded, slipping the bottle into the pockets of his loose-fitting robe. “Yes. I’m curious to see how this will work. Should it go awry, I trust you’ll be by my side?”
“This one will always be by your side,” Xiao answered.
“Perfect.”
They continued through the festival, greeting anyone who passed them and watching the large lanterns float in the air, coloring the darkened skies with honeyed and bright lights. It was beautiful, completely ethereal, and Xiao was glad to share this intimate moment with Morax. Sitting under the lights without a care in the world, ignoring the loud chattering amongst them.
It was a feeling like no other. Xiao felt at ease, resting peacefully beside the geo archon. Usually, he could not afford such a luxury, cleansing the mortal earth of evil per his master’s directions. Peace and comfort did not come easily for the warrior, especially when he suffered from his karmic debt, often in pain and writhing in agony, waiting for the wave to pass him over before he returned to his duties.
Everything he did was for the will of his master.
“What do you think it will do?” Morax suddenly asked.
“What?”
“The perfume,” Morax reiterated, patting the bulge in his pocket. “What do you think the effects will include? Would you like to hazard a guess?”
Xiao shrugged, wetting his lips. “I suppose it won’t do much or anything at all,” he said. “Humans often stretch the truth. I believe it’s a trick to earn more money. That is all.”
The geo lord made a noise but said nothing else about his acquired purchase. “Well, I believe I’ve had enough fun for one day. Would you join me for a cup?”
“Anything for you,” was Xiao’s answer, not hesitating to chase after his lord, following him back to the Wangshu Inn.
Sliding off their shoes and discarding Xiao’s polearm, Morax prepared a kettle of tea for them and almond tofu for the yaksha. It was almost domestic how they interacted, shuffling around each other with gentle touches, fingers lingering for a second too long before they pulled away. It was utterly breathtaking, and Xiao craved more.
“Sit down. Relax,” Morax cooed in Xiao’s ear, hand brushing against his waist.
Xiao shivered, biting his tongue and following the given instructions. He sat in the main room, resting on the edge of the couch as he waited. Something akin to anticipation twisted deep in his gut, clawing the back of Xiao’s throat while he bounced his leg, occasionally staring at the mounted clock.
He could never be patient. Xiao’s life was rather chaotic, always moving like a running current. There was never time for him to just sit around so idly; there was always something to do be done, but his master hadn’t asked much for him today. The only orders were for Xiao’s health, and he could never deny his order.
After a few more (cruel) minutes, Morax returned to Xiao with a small platter of almond tofu and two cups of tea. “Come drink,” he said, handing Xiao his drink and tofu, getting comfortable beside his servant.
“Thank you,” Xiao said, slowly eating the provided tofu. As expected, it was nutty, rich in flavor, and silky, easily sliding down his throat. He could feel Morax’s eyes on him, raking over his figure as he ate and drank. Those golden eyes inspected him closely, almost burning Xiao with a smoldering gaze.
“Is something wrong?” Xiao questioned uneasily, setting down his cup.
The lord of geo shook his head, resting a hand on his lap. “No, nothing at all. I hardly see you take anything, so I am simply enjoying your presence,” he explained.
“I see,” Xiao trailed off, returning to his cup of tea.
“If it’s too much, you don’t have to take it all,” Morax added, reaching for Xiao’s hand, rubbing his thumb across the pale flesh. “You scarcely take care of yourself. I’ve seen how you return from the plains. All bloodied and weary.”
Xiao turned away, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I did not mean to trouble you with my issues, my Lord.”
Morax shook his head, raising a hand to silence Xiao from speaking further. “What’s done is done. All I can ask is that you allow me to do this for you,” he said, taking his servant's empty plate and cup.
“You have already done so much for me. This is—it’s all too much for someone like me,” Xiao argued, his ears burning hot.
“Is that not a lord’s job to ensure that what belongs to him is taken care of?” Morax mused, hand brushing against Xiao’s cheek, tenderly caressing his cheek. His deft fingers smoothed across fevered flesh, and Xiao had to suppress the delicious shiver that wracked his body. “It wounds me when I see you hurt. You ought to take better care of yourself, Xiao. Do I have to make that a commandment to ensure you will listen?”
Xiao shook his head. “No.”
“Good boy.”
Xiao almost died from such a pet name.
Once finished, Morax set the dishes aside and grabbed the glass bottle. “What do you think it smells like?”
“Qingxin flowers,” Xiao guessed, watching Morax uncork the bottle and set the cap aside.
It was a sweet smell, similar to ripe, juicy fruit and something else. Xiao sniffed, crinkling his nose as he tried to remember where he had smelled this. It smelled familiar, like a far-off memory, but he could not name it to save his life.
Morax wafted the bottle under his nose, taking a deep inhale before passing the bottle to Xiao. “Does it smell good, Xiao?”
“Yes,” Xiao answered, fingers curling around the neck of the bottle. It was smooth and cold in his hand, barely weighing a thing. The yaksha could tell that the bottle was expensive and beautifully crafted for someone of royal blood (or even a god).
They sit for a few moments, neither party saying anything as they take in the scent of the perfume. It invaded their lungs, tickled their nostrils, and flooded the room. There was a heat settling under Xiao’s flesh, seeping into his bones and gripping his stomach, but it was nothing like the merchant had proclaimed. He glanced at his master, eyes raking over his strong figure before he exhaled.
“I feel nothing,” Xiao said, his voice quiet. “Are you alright, my Lord?”
He was answered with a deep groan that rumbled through Morax’s chest. The lord clenched his own thigh, bowing his head and hiding his face. Dark, ivory horns that glowed with geo curled atop his head, prominent and large, as his nails sharped—talons revealing themselves. Morax’s breathing was ragged as the minutes passed, and Xiao swallowed the lump in his throat, unsure what to do.
Morax turned to Xiao, eyes more dragon-like and glowing like diamonds in the sunlight. His clawed hand swiped across his yaksha’s cheek, still breathing roughly as he moved closer, pressing Xiao against the velvety cushions.
“I must admit, I was not expecting it to work so efficiently or so soon,” Morax rasped, hunger seeping into his voice. His hand raked down Xiao’s chest, tugging at the tight material with a slight snarl, twisting the fabric around his talon. It was satisfying to hear it rip, and Xiao shivered at the cold air. “Everything feels so hot, little bird. You smell divine,” he groaned, dipping his head down to bury himself into the crook of Xiao’s shoulder.
Xiao shuddered, mouth falling open when Morax began peppering kisses to his neck. The touches felt like electricity, sparking his nerves and shooting through his veins. His hand scrambled to grab Morax’s shoulders, steadying himself against the couch as the kisses pressed lower and lower, inching towards his collarbone and nipples, and mindful of the golden jewelry.
“Oh yes, just like that, little bird,” Morax breathed, dragging his forked tongue down Xiao’s chest, flickering across pebbled nipples and golden bars. He drank in the soft moans while his other hand inched down Xiao’s waist, rubbing the scarred flesh. “You sound wonderful. Desperate even,” he groaned.
“Master,” Xiao moaned, his voice faltering as hotness dragged across his nipples. They stood up in puffy peaks, stained stark against gold, and Xiao flushed, unable to move. He laid there, thighs clenched together while Morax pulled away to wipe his mouth and stare at his prize.
“The bedroom. Ha, the bedroom,” Xiao suggested, shivering when Morax parted his legs, pawing at the space between his legs. His cock swelled, twitching with excitement the more Morax massaged and caressed him through his pants. “My Lord,” he tried again, his voice absolutely pathetic and desperate, grinding against the heel of Morax’s palm.
Morax grunted, retracting his hand and snatching up Xiao in one fell swoop, unceremoniously carrying him to the back room. He then dumped the yaksha onto the bed and pounced on him, pinning Xiao’s hands above his head with one clawed hand.
Xiao felt his breath hitch, excitement dancing in his veins. Gods, he was too excited to be caught like this, pinned against his lord’s bed, but his stomach continued to twist and knot. He didn’t dare look up, afraid that those molten eyes would stare back at him with nothing but lust (or maybe rejection, but Xiao focused on the positive side).
The yaksha groaned when Morax pressed his clawed hand against his flat stomach, nails digging into warm flesh but not hard enough to pierce the first layer. “So warm. So soft,” the geo lord murmured, lowering his head to kiss down Xiao’s chest and stomach, gripping his thighs and splaying them open. He worshiped Xiao, admiring him as if he were the finest artifact known to man.
“Please,” Xiao begged, his voice soft and needy with each placed kiss. His head was dizzy, filled with a numbing and loud static as warm, geo-colored hands caressed his slim torso, groping his flesh. “Master, please,” he repeated, raising his hips to grind against his lord.
His hips are pinned down, pressed snugly against the mattress as the dragon above him growled, a low and warning sound (but oh, how erotic it sounded). “I will take you apart slowly on my terms, impatient little yaksha,” Morax snarled, bringing his other hand down to keep Xiao’s legs apart. “I’ll rip you apart painfully and devour you until you can no longer handle me. I will ruin you, sweet creature,” he promised wickedly, adjusting his grip on Xiao’s plush thighs.
Xiao responded beautifully, back bowing into the perfect arch as Morax caught the chain with a clawed finger. He clenched his jaw, sparks shooting throughout his chest as his lord tugged.
“Hn, my Lord,” he slurred, tongue limp in his mouth.
“I should dress you in jewelry if this is what you wear beneath your clothes. A filthy thing you are, parading yourself around like this,” Morax voiced, voice low and seductive as he yanked the chain again. His golden eyes devoured the mess of Xiao, burning the yaksha from the inside out.
Oh, Xiao would love that. To be dressed and pampered by his lord—to be selfish and want his attention and receive it whenever. The thought of Morax’s tough hands on his chest and hips had him mewling out for his lord, arching his back more.
The chain was pulled taut, and Xiao breathed harshly, eyes fluttering before they closed. “My lord,” he groaned, grinding his hips against the mattress. His ministrations were abruptly stopped, hips held up with a clawed hand.
“Selfish thing you are,” Morax breathed, his finger finding the loop of Xiao’s pants and tugging them off. His warm hand slid across warm, soft thighs, squeezing the flesh and humming. “I give an inch, and you want to take a mile. Whatever am I to do with you, little yaksha?” he mocked, yanking Xiao closer.
Their bodies were perfectly flushed, and Xiao responded with a moan each time, unable to lift his head as his lord had his way with him. His head felt heavy, full of static and nonsense with each caress. Xiao wanted to chase after the feeling, raising his hips each time for more friction, but Morax his hips down with a threat each time. “Stay still,” he ordered with a snarl, his voice deeper than ever.
Xiao tried his best to obey, but gods, it was impossible to stay still with how Morax touched him. His eyes followed Morax’s hand, his breathing picking up pace. He opened his mouth to speak, but a soft gasp escaped him when Morax pressed his palm against his cock. He flushed a pretty shade of red, sinking further into the bed as Morax chuckled, pulling at his underwear.
“My, my,” Morax hummed, peeling Xiao’s underwear off and setting them aside. His glowing hand encircled the length of Xiao’s cock, swiping the beading precum across the sensitive tip. The geo archon languidly stroked the yaksha’s cock, hearing him choke and sputter.
“My lord,” Xiao whimpered, his voice failing him. He tried to hide his embarrassment, draping his arm across his eyes and darkening face, but Morax ripped his hand away, pinning it above his head.
Golden eyes stared down at him, voracious and taunting, while his free hand stroked Xiao’s cock slowly. “You beg so wonderfully. I never would have imagined you sounding so desperate, Xiao,” he taunted, swiping his thumb along the drooling slit. Smooth, graceful hands continued working up and down the shaft, smearing the droplets of precum along Xiao’s cock and massaging the sac.
Xiao wanted to beg, but he wasn’t sure what he would be asking for. He twitched and gripped the sheets, legs falling on either side of Morax’s head. He blushed hard when the lord looked up at him, flashing a smile before continuing his motions. It was torture, but Xiao would take whatever his lord graciously offered him.
His chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, head falling back against the pillows and his free hand wrenching the sheets until his knuckles were ghost white. Gods, Xiao could feel everything in the room; the air around them was so hot, and it didn’t help that Morax was teasing him, edging him until broken sobs escaped puffy, red lips.
Morax hummed, pressing a hot and wet kiss to Xiao’s inner thigh, keeping him spread open. “You’re trembling,” he noted, fingers circling the rim of the yaksha’s ass. The gasp was noticed, and Morax’s toothy grin only widened in delight. “Sensitive, are we?”
Xiao hesitantly nodded, turning his gaze from his lord, embarrassed and unsure of what to say/do.
Immediately, Xiao’s toned legs were hiked over Morax’s shoulders, and he could feel the searing heat of his god’s mouth near his aching hole. He tried to protest, saying that Morax shouldn’t put his mouth there, but his pleads died in his throat when the geo archon boldly licked his hole. Xiao practically screamed, body bowing into an arch as Morax continued flickering his tongue across his rim. He could feel the tip of the forked tongue dipping inside, penetrating him but not deep enough.
Gods, it felt so good. Xiao couldn’t help the noises that spilled out his mouth, permeating the air with his desires. He whimpered and gasped, fingers threading in Morax’s dark brown hair and yanking at the strands when the archon pulled away to lick his lips. “Please,” he gasped, fingers reaching for the curled horns and playing with the pointed tips.
“Patience,” Morax ordered, his eyes dwindling into slits. His mouth descended, biting and licking at the unmarred flesh before returning to Xiao’s spit-slicked hole, catching his thumb on the rim and spreading it open. “If I do not prepare you, how else will I fit in here? Would you rather it hurt?” he questioned, gently caressing the silken walls of Xiao’s ass.
Xiao didn’t care if he was adequately prepared at this point. He had felt Morax touch him, heard him utter filthy phrases that had his stomach clenching and cock drooling, and he wanted so much more. He wanted to be fucked in every position imaginable. To be claimed and bred like livestock; he shivered at the thought, arching his back again as Morax dipped his tongue inside.
It was so hot; Xiao moaned loudly as tears pricked the corners of his hazy eyes. He could feel Morax’s tongue push further and further, barely brushing against his prostate. “Almost,” he breathed, eyes rolling towards the heavens, and his chest rose and fell. “Please, I need,” he whined, attempting to roll his hips and grind down on Morax’s tongue.
He sobbed at the loss, frustration settling under his skin while Morax wiped his mouth. In an instant, Xiao was roughly turned around, face pressed against the soft duvet and his ass in the air. He couldn’t turn his head around, shivering when Morax spat on his hole. “You will take what I give you, Xiao. Do not forget where you stand,” the archon warned in a deep voice, licking the cleft of Xiao’s ass and kissing his rim. “You will stay in this position until I have finished taking you apart,” he murmured before continuing what he started.
Xiao made a noise but remained as still as possible, not wanting to displease his lord. His body quivered, waiting in anticipation as Morax spread his ass apart again, marveling at how Xiao clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled and fucked into the sheets.
He keened when Morax penetrated him with his fingers, slow and steady, before the pads of those long fingers pressed against his prostate. He gasped, gripping the sheets tighter and smothering his noises with the blanket. Embarrassment colored his cheeks, unable to let the noises fall out as he wanted earlier. He was drunk on the idea of Morax fucking him—breeding him until he was stuffed with hot cum, but now he wasn’t sure how his lord would like to see him in a debauched state.
“Master,” Xiao breathed out slowly, lifting his head to peer over his shoulder.
He was met with a smoldering look that made his stomach twist. Morax’s eyes gleamed with unbridled lust, dark and seductive. “You call out my name so prettily, Xiao. I wish to hear your voice,” the old god smiled, scissoring Xiao wider and massaging his prostate.
The loss of warmth had Xiao complaining, but he never moved from his spot. He felt Morax move behind him, the bed dipping a few times before Morax returned and gripped Xiao’s waist. Morax adjusted himself and tried not to rub against Xiao so desperately. The yaksha could tell that the geo archon was painfully hard at this point.
“Your robes,” Xiao breathed out, looking over his shoulder again. “L-Let me take them off for you, my Lord,” he shivered.
Morax contemplated momentarily, sitting on his knees and gesturing Xiao to join him.
The yaksha rolled onto his back and sat up, hands clumsy as he reached for the red ribbon around Morax’s waist. Slowly, he untied the ribbon and slid the silk material off Morax’s board shoulders, smoothing his hands over warmed flesh. Golden eyes examined tanned flesh, and Xiao couldn’t help but hungrily gaze upon his savior. He wanted to sink his teeth into his flesh until marks remained.
Xiao wanted everything and nothing.
When the robes fell, Xiao drank in the heavenly sight of his nude lord. His eyes scanned the planes of inviting flesh, inching lower and lower until he reached Morax’s genitals. Two dual cocks bobbed and dribbled with precum, thick and intimidating. One already seemed like much, but two of them? Gods, Xiao could faint from the thought.
There was a moment of silence. The two didn’t move until Xiao peeked into Morax’s darkening eyes. He could see the desperation in Morax’s eyes, the unbridled lust and need, making Xiao’s stomach clench. He wanted to please his lord and ease the pain (if there was any pain from the aphrodisiac).
Slowly and carefully, Xiao lowered his hand to Morax’s cocks, and wrapped his hand around the top one, smearing the beads of precum. While he wasn’t skilled, Xiao tried to start a rhythm, gauging Morax’s facial expression. The look of pleasure that washed over Morax’s face had Xiao’s chest swelling with pride. He had caused that; he drove his lord to moan wantonly.
“Xiao,” Morax rasped, canting his hips upwards.
Xiao sped up, focusing on Morax’s face and throaty groans. He was utterly fascinated, his mouth slightly falling open and his tongue darting to wet his lips. When Morax bucked his hips into his fist, Xiao got the note to speed up, flicking his wrists and swallowing the seed of doubt that was firmly planted in his stomach. He must have been doing a good job; Morax hadn’t said otherwise.
With another warning groan, Morax tipped his head back, and ribbons of white painted his chest and Xiao’s hand. His hips stuttered as he chased after his orgasm, riding out the high as Xiao kept stroking him. “Xiao,” Morax repeated breathlessly, chest rising and falling as his cock twitched into Xiao’s hold. Golden eyes then met honeyed brown eyes, and Xiao breathed lightly when Morax towered over him, pushing him back onto the bed.
“You’ll be the death of me, I swear,” Morax said, nudging Xiao’s legs apart. A clawed hand wrapped around his cock, and Xiao arched his back, biting his lower lip until blood dotted the surface. “Or I’ll be the death of you. I wonder,” he trailed off, pressing a claw to Xiao’s slit.
“No,” Xiao stuttered, eyes widening as he tried to sit up. Morax pushed him back down, overpowering the small yaksha.
Morax dipped his head down, dragging his wet tongue across the head of Xiao’s cock. “Keep still,” he ordered once again, swiping his thumb across the sensitive head and letting his mouth fall open. Instantly, Morax swallowed Xiao’s cock in one fluid motion, having the yaksha shout and thrust into his inviting maw.
Xiao whimpered, cheeks flushed as sweat glided down his cheek. He couldn’t believe—Rex Lapis was between his leg, sucking his cock! While Xiao would never admit it aloud, he had dreams of his god pleasuring him, holding his cock, and jerking him off until he was a pitiful mess, but this was a thousand times better than any silly wet dream. He relished in the heat of Morax’s mouth, rolling his hips and threading his fingers in the dark waves of hair with a low hiss.
His honeyed eyes rolled into his skull, body alight with sinful pleasure as Morax pumped whatever he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Each stroke and tug had Xiao breathing hard, fingers digging into Morax’s tender scalp and his other hand twisting the sheets. “I can’t,” he finally breathed out, feeling the faint coil tighten in the out of his stomach.
Morax took that as a sign, quickening his pace and sucking Xiao harder, dragging his tongue across the underside of Xiao’s cock. It was madness; Xiao hissed and arched his back with a cry, feeling the start of an orgasm wash over him. Just as he reached his peak, the archon pulled back and squeezed the tip of Xiao’s cock. The yaksha sobbed, fisting the sheets and glaring at his lord, displeased that his orgasm was rudely halted.
“I told you that I would take you apart on my terms, not yours,” he reminded Xiao, licking his lips and pouncing on the yaksha once more. The geo archon rolled Xiao onto his knees, propping his ass in the air and spreading him apart again. “I allowed you a taste, and you’ve become incredibly selfish. Must I teach you patience, Xiao? I can’t have you expecting that you are entitled to this.”
“This one apologizes, my Lord,” Xiao spoke, his voice wavering and uncertain. His breath hitched, and his body jolted when Morax struck his ass; it was a sharp pain that caught Xiao off guard, but it wasn't enough to hurt him.
Another smack jolted Xiao’s body. “I don’t believe you are, Xiao. Perhaps I've been soft on you,” Morax said in a low tone, skimming his fingers across the reddening flesh and squeezing until Xiao warbled, twisting his head to look back at his master. He tutted, pinching Xiao’s thighs, and pleased with the yelp he received. “Will you comply, Xiao? I would hate to have to punish you for being selfish.”
“This one—this one will be patient,” Xiao groaned, rewarded with a cooling kiss to his burning flesh. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, shivering when more kisses ghosted across his skin. He could feel them inching higher and higher, his hole clenching around nothing, and the deep chuckle did nothing to soothe the ache in his belly.
The geo lord adjusted his grip, hands curling around the fat of Xiao’s thighs. “Xiao, Xiao, Xiao, my poor, little Xiao,” Morax crooned, tongue flickering over the cleft of Xiao’s ass and dipping into his inviting heat. Once more, Morax ate like a man starved, shoving his tongue as far it could go and drawing out wet noises from Xiao’s chest. The poor boy sobbed into the pillows below him, legs trembling as Morax fucked him with his tongue for the second time that night.
Gods, it felt so good.
Xiao gasped into the pillow, eyes snapped shut, and moans wretched from his chest, spilling into the air. He could feel long fingers press inside him, opening him wide as Morax fucked him open with his tongue. The stimulation was mind-boggling; he couldn’t concentrate on anything but his lord, grinding back on Morax’s fingers with a pitiful whimper.
Morax pulled away with a wet slurp, licking his lips and kneeling. “Roll on your back and face me, Xiao,” he ordered, stroking himself and catching the precum on his thumb. Xiao looked delicious like this: blush crawling across his neck and shoulders, tears staining his puffy cheeks while he struggled to control his breathing. It was unlike him; he wore such a stoic expression, never smiling or allowing himself to relax.
It was so lovely to see him in such a debauched state.
Morax wanted to claim Xiao, his pretty little bird. His mouth scraped along the slope of the yaksha’s neck, dragging his teeth along the flesh. “Such a good boy,” he purred, guiding himself into Xiao’s hole, rocking his hips forward.
“Please,” Xiao moaned, feeling the bulbous head of Morax’s cock catch on his rim. He rolled his hips with a huff, toes curling, when Morax finally breached the tight ring of muscles. The yaksha wheezed, head falling back into the pillows as he gasped and writhed underneath the god. “So good, so good,” he repeated with another shaky gasp, shutting his eyes.
“You’re so small,” Morax grunted, hips flushed against the curve of Xiao’s ass, cock nestled against his prostate. “It’s like you were made for me. Do you believe that you were made for me, little yaksha? Made to be torn apart by me?” he grinned, rolling his hips, watching Xiao choke on his breath, and his eyes fly open in surprise.
Xiao moaned, a weak noise on his lips while his fingers twisted the elegant sheets. How could he answer when Morax talked so dirty to him? His head spun, drunk with desire, and focused on shallow thrusts. Morax felt so good in him, so big and pressing against the spot that made him see stars. Xiao was almost sure he was drooling like a slut, attempting to rock his hips and coax Morax into fucking him harder despite the warnings earlier.
“Noisy little thing you are,” Morax breathed, one taloned hand gripping Xiao’s leg and hiking it over his muscular shoulder. He thrust harder, watching the bulge appear and disappear with each sink in, groaning at the lovely sight. “Had I known you were this starved for me, I would have claimed you ages ago. Keep you in my bed, pin you down, and claim you whenever I desire. How does that sound, Xiao?” he asked.
Xiao nodded frantically, tongue limp in his mouth as Morax fucked him harder. He would give himself to Morax, give him whatever the god so desired. If Morax wanted him shackled to his bed, spread open, and awaiting his cock, then who was Xiao to deny his wishes? He was putty in Morax’s hands, and Xiao would do anything to please his god.
Morax’s taloned hand slid across Xiao’s waist, groping and caressing softly while his forked tongue mapped the planes of his neck, tasting the salt in his flesh. “Mine,” Morax claimed with a guttural noise, tail coiling around his body, pulling Xiao impossibly close.
Xiao shuddered, a chill running down his spine as Morax’s sharp claw-like nails scrapped his skin. “Yes, yours,” he parroted, not able to say much else besides the occasional “please” and “fuck.” His head felt like it was spinning from everything happening. His voice grew in pitch, needier and pathetic with each snap of his hips. It was a miracle that Xiao hadn’t shredded the sheets yet.
Easily, Xiao was flipped over, head pressed into the pillow while Morax held his hips. The slide in had Xiao gasping, eyes fluttering as the head of Morax’s cock pressed deeper against his prostate. Gods, he could almost taste it on his tongue; it was so deep in his stomach—he could barely keep his eyes open.
“I’ve probably talked your ear off,” Morax started, drawing his hips back and rubbing circles into Xiao’s waist with a faint chuckle. “But you still take me so well. Would I be wrong in assuming that you’ve desired this? That you wanted me ?” he asked.
“This one—ah, yes, I do,” Xiao confessed, lifting his head so Morax could hear him better.
This amused the dragon. He grinned wider, leaning down to catch Xiao’s ear between his teeth, rolling the pointed tips between his canines. “Oh, you still have these thoughts? Does the want drive you mad? Knowing that I’m just within reach, but I’m oh-so far away from you?” he asked, slowing his hard thrusts into shallow thrusts and his hand skimming across the small of Xiao’s arch back.
The yaksha rocked his hips, grinding back against Morax with a soft pant. “Yes,” he confessed, eyes fluttering shut when he felt fingers comb through his messy hair. Like a docile pet, Xiao relaxed in Morax’s hold and tilted his head back. “I want you. I’ll always want you, Master,” he spilled, gasping when Morax yanked his hair.
“And if I wanted to use you for my own pleasure?” Morax questioned.
“This one would allow it. My body is yours to use, Master,” Xiao answered. “This one would do anything for you.”
Filthy moans filled the room, and Xiao’s knees buckled when Morax resumed his hard and fast tempo. The sound of flesh on flesh filled the room, and his cries rang out. Each thrust was like a punch to the stomach; Xiao was left gasping, wheezing as Morax pressed his chest against the curve of his back. Every roll of Morax’s hips left Xiao begging for more.
“If you’re struggling this much, then I wonder how you’ll react with two,” Morax voiced, angling his hips and thrusting hard against Xiao’s prostate. His golden eyes raked over Xiao’s form, drinking in the pretty sight of his beloved yaksha. If he was this eager with a few touches—Morax groaned at the thought of ruining Xiao and feeling him twitch and tremble.
“This is cruel,” Xiao mewled through throaty moans. He squirmed, letting his body collapse onto the pillows and bundled sheets. The yaksha yipped when Morax pulled out, flipping him over and draping his legs over toned shoulders. He shivered, looking between his legs and watching Morax stroke himself.
“Yes, I am a cruel god,” Morax admitted mockingly, bringing his hand up to map across Xiao’s chest, flicking his thumb across his pebbled nipples. “I want to devour you, my little bird. I’m going to taste you—I will feed from you until it drives you completely mad,” he promised so sweetly, pressing a kiss to Xiao’s neck and working upwards.
Xiao wailed, eyes widening when he felt another push in. The thickness of both cocks and the delicious stretch had him clawing at Morax’s shoulders, reaching for his hair and pulling. “Master,” he cried, attempting to ground himself. He sputtered and groped Morax’s shoulders, eyes threatening to spill back into his skull. “Please, too—too much—Gods, it’s so,” he whimpered pathetically, closing his eyes.
The hard thrust forward has Xiao’s eyes opening again. His stomach clenched, pleasure shooting you his spine. He babbled and gasped, unable to do much as Morax fucked him into the sheets. His body was so weak to his every touch, submitting and giving everything to the god before him. With how Morax was fucking into him, it was much harder for the dragon to regain his composure. It was like Xiao was a treat for him, and Morax had to devour him until he was boneless and pliant.
With another weak cry, Xiao could feel himself coming again. His body seized up, eyes fluttering as an orgasm rocked his body; like white, hot liquid, it raced through his veins, and Xiao arched his back, dragging his nails down Morax’s back until angry, red marks were left in his wake. No words describe how he felt, his head full of fuzz as he tried to come down from his high.
He breathed hard, gasping and sucking in as much air as Morax pulled out. “Did…Did I do something wrong?” Xiao asked once he caught his breath, shaky hands resting on the god’s chest.
“No, not at all. I was admiring the view,” Morax reassured him, pressing a chaste kiss to Xiao’s lips with a hint of a smile. “Now come here,” he said, laying on the bed and positioning Xiao in his lap. Carefully, the archon guided his cocks into Xiao’s welcoming hole, watching him struggle to take the entirety of them. “Is it too much for you? Would you prefer we return to the other position?” he asked.
Xiao shook his head, fighting back the tears in his eyes. “I-I can take it. I’m fine,” he stammered, thighs trembling as he sank down. Morax was huge, and it didn’t help that Xiao was forcing himself to accommodate his size, but he supposed if it fit earlier, he could make it work again. Only when he was finally seated did Xiao let out a pleased sigh.
He could feel how much deeper Morax was in now. The bulge made Xiao’s cock twitch, throbbing with excitement, and feeling Morax’s hands return to his waist. Gods, he felt so full, groaning and grunting when the archon rolled his hips upwards, the heads of his dual-cocks brushing against Xiao’s prostate. Each thrust and roll had Xiao gasping, his voice growing louder and louder until he was almost screaming with pleasure.
Morax just smiled at him, unbothered by the sweat that rolled down his face or how Xiao screamed. He continued with his hard pace, bouncing Xiao in his lap. “You’re such a good boy, Xiao. You’ve performed well,” he praised, rubbing his claw over Xiao’s hip bone. Morax rewarded him with kisses pressed to his knuckles, drawing the fingers into his awaiting mouth. He gently bit down, grinning when Xiao keened and continued to drag his fingers along the tips.
“Fascinating,” the geo lord voiced, watching Xiao choke on his fingers, spit and tears rolling down his face while struggling to keep his mouth open and ride Morax. “My sweet Xiao. How good you have been for me. Entertaining an old god’s request like this.”
Xiao gargled, tongue heavy in his mouth as Morax pressed his fingers deeper. He tried to call out his master’s name, but a hard thrust cut off any train of thought. He choked, more tears spilling down his face, but he didn’t care to complain. Morax made him feel so good, feeling him up and toying with his body as much as his heart desired. Xiao was so glad that curiosity got the better of Morax, and they purchased that bottle.
The way Morax took him apart piece by piece, breaking him down until he was submissive, crying out and writhing like a subservient whore felt better than the emptiness in Xiao’s chest.
“You’re so lovely. The things I’ve wanted to do to you. The things I still wish to do with you,” Morax murmured, breath ragged and eyes blown. He was wild, feral like a beast, as his thrusts accelerated. They were still sloppy, losing the steady tempo Morax had set earlier, but Gods, he needed Xiao, and the yaksha knew it.
“C-Close,” Xiao warned, the coil in his stomach tightening.
Morax dignified Xiao’s response with a low groan, rolling his hips and pulling Xiao down so their chests were flushed together. Immediately, he grabbed a handful of Xiao’s ass and buried his face in Xiao’s flesh. “My Xiao,” he grunted, muffled by flesh and desperation seeping into his tone.
Xiao nodded his head in agreement, holding Morax tighter. “Yes, my lord, yours,” Xiao repeated, his cheeks bright red. He could feel Morax’s cocks twitching, pressing so hard against his prostate with the intention of filling him with cum. He was excited; the look on his face was apparent. “Use me, please. My body is yours to use, master.”
Morax wrapped one clawed hand around the length of Xiao’s cock, dragging his thumb across the drooling slit. “A part of me is tempted to leave you like this. Have my fill and leave you begging and crying, but that would be too cruel,” Morax said, squeezing the head and trailing his hand down to the sack, squeezing tenderly. “You’ve been such a good boy. Not a single complaint from you the entire time,” Morax applauded, grinding his cock against Xiao’s prostate. “Cum for me, little bird.”
Xiao obeyed, letting go and feeling the coil unwind in his stomach. His body trembled as he howled, going completely boneless against Morax’s chest as he came hard, painting their bodies white. He hiccuped and sobbed, body jerking and him shaking his head when Morax started to shallowly thrust. “Master— please !” Xiao warbled, voice breaking and strained.
Morax silenced him with kisses, his thrusts sloppy and fucking Xiao through his high. “Almost there, love. Just a little more, ah,” he promised sweetly. When his hips stilled and he was flushed against Xiao’s ass, Morax shivered. The base of his cocks swelled, catching on the rim of Xiao’s stretched hole and filling him with his cum.
He was filled with a hotness that invaded his insides. The swelling of his knots, all of his hot cum—it was enough to make Xiao dry orgasm. He mewled, letting the last of his tears fall as Morax leaned up and licked his tears away, saying that everything would be okay and he was so good.
After a few minutes, Morax pulled out and rolled Xiao onto his knees, dipping his fingers into the gaping hole. “Would you like me to clean you out, or would you prefer to be filled with me?” Morax asked.
“I-In,” Xiao answered in a whisper, his throat sore from all the screaming and yelling.
With a nod, Morax removed his fingers with a wet schluck, pressing his palm against Xiao’s hole. His hand glowed, and the insignia for geo appeared before he pulled his hand away. He fashioned a tapered geo-constructed plug, ensuring that none of his seed would escape Xiao’s body. Satisfied with his work, Morax rolled Xiao onto his back and kissed the side of his face. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.”
Xiao nodded. If that meant more time with his master, then he would accept.