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‘Say you snapped off your horns, shed your beautiful scales. Filed down your fangs and claws.’
‘Would you cease to be a land beast?’
Even thinking of it feels like a faux pas.
Zhongli had largely contented himself with existing in the present. Largely, it works. It works… until he’s pinned under Neuvillette, being shorn apart from the inside out.
He’s suited, able, and experienced for the task. The poor creature has been backed up for months. Centuries, possibly. Why shouldn’t he?
Sharp thorns graze him deep inside and for a moment, they scrape away the existence that is ‘Zhongli’.
He throws his head back and keens loudly. Crying out to the moonless night sky. As land beasts are wont to do when getting their pussies scratched good by large spiky cocks.
In the dead of winter. On this dark moonless night. In a foreign land.
Zhongli cries in a long deceased tongue, and something hears him.
The being on him goes deadly still. A little catch of its breath. A little twitch of its fingers before sharp claws dig into his ribs. The harsh spikes on its shaft flare out. Digging into his intimacy and coaxing out more notes of an ancient mating song.
Guttural grunting. Lurid squealing. His cry is rusty around the edges from centuries of donning garments and walking the earth on two legs instead of yowling for a willing beast to water his womb. His knees slide further apart. Zhongli arches his back and lifts his tail. Hips writhing at this sweet and oppressive tension torturing him.
Waves of silver hair tangle with his own and slither around his limbs. Neuvillette grinds against him in maddening but perfect little circles.
He feels full. His heart bubbles pleasantly. He feels so full.
“Haaa…”
His jaw drops, tongue lolling out trailing spittle on the sheets. Zhongli squeals his pleasure, shoving his rear back to mash his cunt on Neuvillette’s pubic bone. Anything to quell his crying womb. So heavy in its want that it all but swoons on Neuvillette’s cock.
“Mate! Mate! Mate!”
Zhongli cries out and Neuvillette responds.
“Mister Zhongli?”
A polite hand and filed down claws trace his spine, it hits like a cold wave.
The chaotic era of monsters has long ended. Zhongli now lives in the era of humans.
Zhongli hugs a pillow to his face.
“Are you alright?”
“Y-” he coughs. “Yes.”
He rolls onto his back and peeks at Neuvillette over the pillow.
Shimmering lights dapple the water’s surface, their glow cannot hope to reach them at the bottom of the sea. The Leviathan’s white pupils are narrow. The pale lilac that blooms at the edges of his eyes appears crimson.
Zhongli blinks.
Neuvillette holds his thigh open while the thicker of his hemipenes bullies its way in.
His expression is placid.
“Oh.. mmnn!”
The feeling isn’t new, but still alien. Sinewy ovipositor wrigging around in him like it has a mind of its own. Zhongli’s thighs strain with how wide he spreads them, welcoming its advance.
“Ah!”
Zhongli’s breath catches painfully in his chest as it nudges him deep inside. The glans seemingly ‘blooms’. Each sepal tenderly wraps around his cervix, forming a seal before it begins to suck.
A broken little sound crumbles from his lips. Zhongli chokes on it. Hiccups. It feels so…
Alive.
Dedicated.
Sincere.
Much like the Iudex himself.
Suck. Suck.
From the waist down it feels broken. He’s broken.
No matter how he twists and turns, the seal remains. Pumping and priming the entrance to his womb oh it feels so hot it stings so so hot.
Kiss♡ Kiss♡
His labia flare outward. Shamefully engorged clits sway as he squirts with each suck.
Deeply uncouth behaviour. Zhongli tries to apologise.
Suck.
He opens his mouth and yowls, covering his face with both hands.
Neuvillette kisses his neck and groans, the sound reverberates in his own throat. A large bulge slowly travels up up up the shaft. Zhongli moans, clits throbbing and cumming all over Neuvillette’s front as it flattens his g-spot. Up. Deeper. Deeper. Easily squeezing its way past his loose puffy cervix and dropping into his womb.
Another. And another. Steadily popping into his uterus without mercy. The dark spot on the bed spreads with each egg fucked into him. Filling him. His legs shake. The flesh of his womb burns with the stretch. It burns. Zhongli shakes to his fingertips as his every cell rejoices. The fog threatens to return.
It feels… It feels…
Zhongli clutches his throat to extinguish his song. It feels like something he dare not name.
The changes had been nigh instant.
Zhongli develops something of a waddle, having to walk with his thighs kept apart. His regular gait…
Bit by bit Zhongli moves his legs closer together, the added weight firmly rejects this action.
In the week after accepting Neuvillette’s eggs he’d come dangerously close to soiling himself more times than he’d like to admit. When they’re not focused on harassing his bladder, the weight presses against something that makes his cunt ache.
This false pregnancy renders his clit longer and thicker. Seems to make his entire vulva bigger.
Looking in the mirror, the tight skin between his round belly and bulgy cunt make it look like his heavy stomach actively crushes him. As if it’s squeezing out his clit and labia with its weight.
Underwear was a long bygone conclusion. Even his flowiest robes struggled to hide his constant erections. The blood pooling in his loins stains his clit and labia with a handsome flush.
And today, his chest is beyond sore. Zhongli cups one breast and hisses.
Little by little they’ve grown. Which is to be expected. This vessel believes itself duty bound to warm these unviable eggs to term and feed them.
How exciting it is for his vessel. For him, to develop. To become warm and pliant for little ones nestled in his berth.
To think, he initially believed the added weight to be negligible.
Indeed it would be!
For an Archon.
Zhongli fishes out a white dudou he’s not worn in centuries, humming a little song as he ties it around his neck and back.
“Import declaration for artisanal coffins, import declaration for thirty lanterns… Mr. Zhongli? Do I put down Wangsheng Funeral Parlour as the manufacturer?”
“Fanmu Carpenters in Qingce Village. Lotus flower crisp?”
“Thank you!” Furina takes a big bite and continues poring over the pile of forms. “Income declaration for Fontaine national. Oh this is really tasty! Filming permit for historical landmark…”
“Egg custard bun?”
“Thank you. Detailed outline of pregnancy accommodations, breakdown of production budget…”
“Rice pudding?”
Furina looks up. Bamboo steamers occupy every bit of the table not taken by paperwork.
“Has a guest chef from Liyue visited or something?” Were such the case Furina would think it impossible not to hear about it.
“I happened to rise early this morning and felt rather industrious.”
“You made all this!?”
“Indeed.”
Zhongli smiles, holding a spoon of rice pudding before her.
“Ah.”
“Ahh!”
She must look like a baby bird.
…
Zhongli definitely looks like a mama bird.
“19:04 to the Court of Fontaine now boarding,” the pink melusine helming the aquabus announces. “Please form an orderly queue.”
Mayhaps this is the proverbial crick in one’s neck. A feeling that has lived there so long it’s seeped into his bones and saturates the skin. Ebbing and flowing in its intensity.
On this winter night, his neck is stiff. The skin of his nape feels about ready to splinter. It feels like that often these days.
“Wait, allow the pregnant gentleman to board first.”
Elphane leisurely skips to the stairs. The elegantly dressed crowd parts.
“Mr. Zhongli you really need to make yourself known,” Elphane scolds. “Pregnant, infirm, and elderly individuals are given priority boarding for the aquabus.”
“Ahaha…”
“Please hold the handrail when boarding.”
“Of course Miss Elphane.”
Lightly holding the handrail, Zhongli swiftly ascends.
“Careful.”
Elphane leads him to the front, closest to the conductor. One by one the remaining passengers board.
“Miss Elphane, when will we—”
Before Elphine can execute her usual breakneck departure, the aquabus inexplicably begins to rock.
On this winter night, not a cloud mars the sky. Not so much as a breeze. Only the stars, a sliver of moon, and the bitter bitter cold. Wave after wave crashes against the hull.
And so deepens the burning on his neck.
“Remain seated and hold the railing.” Elphane calls over the panic of the passengers.
Abruptly as they start do the waves cease.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Zhongli stands.
“Forgive the inconvenience. It appears I have disturbed the weight distribution of this craft. I shall disembark.”
A clamour erupts on the aquabus once more.
“Sit down Mr. Zhongli, I’ll get off.”
“No!!! I have no further commitments this evening. I will take the next aquabus!”
“Silence.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
All fall quiet as the Iudex steps onto the aquabus.
“Sit down, all of you.”
The Iudex strikes his cane against the ground. For a moment, the entire length of the Navia Line glows bright blue. When it fades, not even a ripple disturbs the waters.
Zhongli sits down. Neuvillette sits across from him, and at last the 19:04 aquabus bound for the Court of Fontaine departs.
The majority of the passengers come from a trial at the Opera Epiclese. Their discussion is lively though somewhat restrained.
“Mr. Zhongli, was it?”
“Yes?”
“You… wouldn’t happen to be working on Lady Furina’s upcoming film?”
“Indeed.”
The nerves fade from the young man.
“Oh good!” he beams. “Thought your name looked familiar, though, I don’t recall seeing you at the event.”
“Hum. Like ships in the night.”
“Haha yes exactly! Oh let me guess. You play… Little Gui’s mother?”
“A consultant,” Zhongli smiles. “Hired to offer a humble Liyue man’s input.”
“Whaaat!? And here I was gonna ask for your filmography.”
“I’m afraid not. One hopes this will not diminish your support.”
“No way! Give my regards to Lady Furina and the staff.”
The man then tosses his hair back and puffs out his chest. “You know, I’m something of a Liyue expert myself.”
“Oh?”
“I couldn’t help but notice that Gui supposedly hails from a tea family in Chenyu Vale but she’s dressed like the salt workers from around Yaoguang Shoal. And the armour the Millelith soldiers are wearing…”
He drones on and on. Zhongli can’t help himself.
“Ahaha! How astute.”
But it’s true. While he’d made notes for each Liyue character detailing likely customs and attire…
He vividly recalls the director’s big blue eyes staring up at him.
‘So, it wouldn’t be era appropriate?’
‘I’m afraid not.’
‘But… it’s so pretty.’
“I will submit a positive assessment at the terminal.”
“Eh, that’s more Aeval’s thing.”
“Still, it is my heartfelt opinion that you are an outstanding conductor that is worthy of recognition.” Neuvillette sighs. “Regrettably I have no reason to take the Clementine Line, but I really must see little Aeval soon.”
“She’d like that, and… thank you Monsieur Neuvillette.”
“Of course. Do take care, little Elphane.”
Zhongli stands at the top of the stairs. Ready to disembark when a series of choppy waves strikes the aquabus.
“Mr. Zhongli, please take my arm. Shall I take you back to my residence?”
“No need. As per my contract with Miss Furina, I’ve been granted accommodation at the Hotel Debord.”
There’s an odd glint to Neuvillette’s eyes, so brief that it may have been a mirage.
“I see. I will walk you back to the hotel then.”
If this is how it must be.
“Would you like to stay for tea?” Zhongli asks.
The Hydro Dragon is cute.
Neuvillette stands at the doorway for a good while coming in to his hotel room
‘I say. That gentleman… He doesn’t get out much does he.’
“Won’t the good judge please sit?” Zhongli offers, taking Neuvillette’s overcoat and nudging him toward the conference chairs and side table.
He then sets about boiling a kettle and pouring water into a crystal goblet for Neuvillette. As the water heats, Zhongli shrugs off his outer coat and hangs it up. Next goes his outer robe, pooling around his waist.
“Hhk!”
He looks over to see the Iudex firmly looking away, hastily dabbing water off his bow.
Very cute.
“My apologies.”
Zhongli merely laughs then quickly divests himself of his outer and inner robes, leaving the dudou. Untying the knot behind his neck is simple enough, he paws for the knot between his shoulders when another pair of hands pull it loose.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Perhaps it is uncouth in front of company, but it’s one’s prerogative to be comfortable in his abode. Zhongli yawns, scratching the side of one sore breast. It’s not as restricting as a brassiere. It’s much more restricting than nothing at all.
“Is it uncomfortable?”
Neuvillette’s hands move from his back to front, shyly cupping his breasts. Squeezing when Zhongli melts in his hold and purrs.
Too cute.
“Oh-la-la~ My goodness Mr. Zhongli you must bring this gown, it's magnificent!”
Miss Furina flits about his closet like a hydro cicin. A very cute and well-dressed hydro cicin. Zhongli merely smiles. On her last visit, she’d firmly planted herself on the side of his closet dedicated to chores. This time…
“Indeed. Though I’m afraid utterly out of place in the film.”
“Hm? Oh no Mr. Zhongli we’re approaching awards season!”
Miss Furina continues browsing his closet.
“And this fur. And this shawl… Oh and this dress! Mr. Zhongli please!”
Menogias’ work is incredible. Still, it heartens Zhongli to witness another so passionately appraising his creations.
“I will have these shipped then. To Hotel Debord?”
“Ah….”
Miss Furina looks away.
“Um……. About that…”
“I trust you had a safe journey?”
“Indeed.”
“Is there anything you need? Anything that would enhance your stay here?”
Neuvillette inhales against his neck. A big deep breath that presses Neuvillette’s chest to Zhongli’s back.
“Do not be shy with me. Though it may be necessary in polite society, your modesty is to my detriment.”
Neuvillette exhales, panting. Each little puff of breath feels warmer than the last. He reaches back and pets Neuvillette’s head.
“Mr. Neuvillette, if you could show me to the spare room.”
“Spare room?”
Not age.
Not age. Not injury. Not death.
Not even rebirth, could shake the Hydro Dragon’s forceful conviction.
The informal change to their contract is deeply troubling.
Zhongli is but a drop in the sea of people swarming the main aquabus terminal, waiting for the lift.
The large metal doors slide open. His neck burns.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
When the Iudex steps onto the lift it hardly comes as a surprise. Even less so when the Iudex sidles up behind him despite Zhongli tucking himself at the back.
Neuvillette’s arms slither around his sides and rest atop his cane. Often, Zhongli thinks of melting into this warmth. To swoon into Neuvillette’s chest and bask in his embrace.
‘As Fontaine’s Iudex…’
Zhongli abstains, standing stiff as a board.
What a lonely existence.
His feet hurt.
Perhaps if he could lean against the wall.
Neuvillette brings him closer, adjusting his grip so the blunt head of his cane digs into Zhongli’s front.
“Chief Justice.”
“Yes?”
“Your— Ah!♡”
Zhongli slumps, knees knocking together.
“Oh no, did I bump you?”
Hands clamped over his mouth, Zhongli shakes his head.
All along, Neuvillette doesn’t let up. Slowly grinding the handle in little circles above his mons, wielding it as one might a pestle.
Nectar dews his petals. Cold horror wells in Zhongli’s heart realising he’s erect. Turgid clit jutting out and throbbing against his trousers. Admittedly, it doesn’t take much these days.
He must be tenting his robes.
What a strange feeling. He’s empty. So, so, empty. The ravenous maw between his legs hiccups, crying in its hunger. Something. Anything.
So Zhongli impales himself on Neuvillette’s cane, humping the air for the teasing caress of his clothes on his clit. The lobes of his sex, swollen and wet.
Neuvillette’s other arm holds Zhongli firmly in place as he maintains the maddening pressure. Even as the pleasure inside him builds and builds and builds and
The old fog suffuses his head. Zhongli curls his toes and flexes his legs as his pussy drools. He feels so wet inside. So sensitive. If Neuvillette were to put it in now…
Toescalvesthighs cramping Zhongli presses back against Neuvillette in his wish for his clenching womb to be heard. Clit flexing and jerking as he ejaculates, soaking his trousers and dripping on the floor.
The lift halts, metal doors slide open. The light of day and the wind brushing his wet thighs feels like an accusation.
“How unfortunate. I will bring you home posthaste.”
Neuvillette grabs Zhongli and pets the fatty tissue below his belly, groaning as more of his sweet scent peppers the air.
In short order Neuvillette throws off his coat, bow, and gloves. Reverently, he cradles Zhongli’s foot and brushes his lips over the precious little hollow of his ankle. Tasting the secretions drying there.
“Is it sore?” It must be. He tastes it. Exhausted. Embarrassed.
A deep, deep hunger that seems to seep from Deus Auri’s every pore. Greed perhaps.
Perhaps that’s why he accepted their stolen power.
A deep hunger, and something Neuvillette can’t quite place.
Storied waters. From Chenyu Vale to Bishui Plain, each drop of water from Liyue is like a gem that gleams brilliantly from each facet
But this note. This note shines most brightly, sings most melodiously when…
Neuvillette recalls a golden beast. Gazing up at him, heart bared and crying so sweetly. Words that he didn’t understand but felt them seeping into his head and staining his heart.
Since then, it had been a faint trace that haunts Zhongli’s scent. A drop of water in a coursing river.
He licks up Zhongli’s calf and kisses the gorgeous dip behind his knee. Zhongli tenses in his hands, and he kneads his calves. Poor creature’s worked himself into knots upon knots.
“Mr. Neuvillette, if you would allow me to run the bath.”
Drenched in his lust, Deus Auri is too enticing to let go of right now.
Neuvillette renews his grip and buries his face between Zhongli’s legs.
‘And perhaps one day I will grow legs and crawl onto the shore after you.’
The Almighty Hydro Sovereign, choosing to live among the creatures of the land.
He cups the Hydro Dragon’s face and runs his fingers through his hair. The dragon shivers when the back of his hand brushes a swishy blue feeler.
‘Would you still be a sea beast then?’
‘Of course!’
The Hydro Dragon answers instantly. As if the mere prospect of another answer was unimaginable.
“Mr. Zhongli? How strange. He was just here I swear.”
Neuvillette grips his cane tighter. He’s well past the point of taking offence.
“I see.”
He bids Lady Furina farewell then focuses on where the Geo Usurper Deus Auri could have scampered off to. Honestly distasteful conduct from him, not fulfilling his contractual obligation.
Roaming the grand lobby of the Opera Epiclese, Neuvillette keeps his senses sharp. Waiting to pick up the earthy timbre of Zhongli’s voice, maybe the measured footsteps of his waddling get. His ripening scent perhaps.
On this night of the full moon, everything feels sharper. The many people of Fontaine crowding the lobby, chatting, are like floodwater surging about in their excitement.
Neuvillette feels a headache on the horizon, he excuses himself.
It is then, wandering the backstage of the opera house, Neuvillette…
Hears— he wouldn’t say he hears it. But something, something like the full moon stoking the roiling waves calls to him.
It’s coming from upstairs. Neuvillette stalks closer and closer towards it. Towards the seat he’s held for centuries- no.
His chambers.
Each step he takes his head pulses, his fangs and claws sharpen, his horns glow.
The door to the judge’s chambers has been tampered with. A rack holding his spare robes has been knocked over. Light floods out from under the washroom door.
The scent is overwhelming.
“Mr. Zhongli.”
Black and gold hands grip the edge of the sink. The intruder, wrapped in one of his spare robes, spits out his glove. A bitter note infiltrates the cloying sweetness. Something Neuvillette struggles to name. Zhongli smiles. His eyes are wet.
“Pardon the intrusion.” Zhongli shudders, tail flailing and clits jumping as slick floods his thighs. “I. Please bill any damage to Wangsheng Funeral Parlour.”
Pain perhaps. That’s all Neuvillette comes up with seeing all the wretched lines of Zhongli’s body and the rawness in his scent.
“Do you need medical attention?”
“No! No, I will be done soon.”
Zhongli hangs his head, eyes obscured by his sweaty fringe. Suddenly his scent spikes. Zhongli slaps a hand over his mouth as slowly, slowly, his cunt parts around a vivid orange egg.
Neuvillette watches, utterly enraptured. There’s a brutal grace in how Zhongli rolls his sleeves up. The tendons in his forearms and throat flex powerfully when he grips the sink. A low growl rumbles through the tiny room as slowly, slowly, his cunt parts around an egg. A squishy orange egg.
A decidedly aquatic egg.
Neuvillette… has only witnessed this scenario in the Fontaine Research Institute’s records.
His head pulses.
Neuvillette has done this hundreds of times.
“My…”
Words he’s said hundreds upon hundred of times. Words that may never surface again.
“Zhongli,” he pants out. Walking over, he noses along the back of Zhongli’s neck then licks.
His head pulses. Ancient waters rise again.
This cold washroom and its harsh lighting are not an acceptable venue for Zhongli’s present state. Neuvillette storms into his chambers. Tosses his dinner jacket and the rest of his spare clothes onto the floor before guiding Zhongli onto the pile.
It must be suffocating in all these clothes.
Dark splotches stain Zhongli’s shirt, so wet the shirt could be wrung out. Neuvillette quickly unbuttons Zhongli’s shirt and instantly his mouth goes bone dry.
The white scrap of silk Zhongli wears as a brassiere is drenched. It clings to his heavy breasts, outlining the puffy bulge of his areolae and the adorable erotic little bumps that have swollen around his nipples.
Though covered, it makes every great heaving breath Zhongli takes look so… indecent. His ripe teats swaying and leaking with his every move. Their rosy hue evident through the wet fabric.
It’s marvellous. Truly wonderful, beautiful, to enjoy what he’s cultivated.
Unyielding stone. Neuvillette gently, oh so gently, cups Zhongli’s chest.
“Mm!~”
Even a feather’s pressure has little pearls of milk rolling down Zhongli’s breasts and sweetly perfuming the air. To think that not so long ago, they didn’t even fill his palms. Bud-like and modest, much softer then too. He tugs at massive nipples, formerly buried deep in Zhongli’s areolae.
That would hardly be appropriate for their young.
Neuvillette brushes his knuckles from dark puffy areolae down to the stretch marks blooming across the heavy curve of Zhongli’s breasts.
“What a mess. I’m afraid I was out of sorts when I came here.” Zhongli laughs, it’s brimming with that bitter note. “I just…”
Zhongli looks away, hugging Neuvillette’s spare robe around himself and inhaling.
Neuvillette firmly cradles Zhongli’s face to his neck. “Breathe, my…”
It may never surface again.
Neuvillette grits his teeth.
Zhongli moves to cover his mouth again and Neuvillette snatches his wrists.
“Scream if you must. Yell. Shout. Cry. The soundproofing for this room is unparalleled.”
Soft gold eyes look up at him and his heart skips a beat. The precious creature in his arms arches its back and cries as another egg makes its way down.
“Yes that’s it,” he croons, petting Zhongli’s head.
In his embrace this creature, this golden creature, is radiant. As it cries, the gold living inside it glows brilliantly, flashing from the tips of its antlers to the ends of its mane.
“Mn.. Ah-! It’s coming. It’s crushing me!”
Zhongli hunches over. The frantic contracting of his cunt slows as it parts around another egg. He raises his ass, tail banging the floor. The tender little folds around his hole stretchstretchstretch white accommodating the egg oozing out. It emerges with a pop! Dropping primly onto the soft bed of clothes.
“So gorgeous,” he murmurs. “You’re doing so well.” The words feel strange in his mouth. Neuvillette doesn’t believe he’s spoken like this in this lifetime, but such is the result of allowing the rising waters to flow freely.
Neuvillette swallows, kneading the base of Zhongli’s tail and trying not to think of his own building need.
“Oh.. oh!♡”
“Hmmgghh. Ahn! It’s pressing against something.”
Fssh!♡ Fsssh!♡
Zhongli flops back. Hips cocked up, legs crooked, and toes curled as his breasts leak and his sloppy slack urethra pumps clear fluid all over their makeshift nest.
Neuvillette inhales deeply, his head and loins feel fit to burst.
“What a mess,” Zhongli moans, still rocking his hips against the air.
“Shh. Relax.” Neuvillette strokes his hips. “Cast aside your modesty. Bare yourself to me.”
One moment, amber eyes peer into him. Their weight such that the Hydro Sovereign finds himself immobilised. Then, Zhongli pours forth. Like the running waters of little streams- no.
Like molten gold cascading from the land’s veins, Zhongli falls onto his hands and knees. His back arched, highlighting the round bumps of his spine that gradually erupt into craggy peaks.
Right before Neuvillette, Zhongli backs his ass and raises it up high. He lifts his tail, scales shimmering like sparkling waters on a sunny day.
He rocks his hips working this last egg out. Cunt bulging as the egg struggles to pass his fattened labia, until it plops into the soft cottons and silks of their nest. Zhongli continues rocking his hips, steam wafting from his gaping red pussy.
Suddenly he freezes.
His long clits throb, the delicate spines on them flaring out before his urethra opens wide. Zhongli tosses his head back and mewls, releasing a hot thick stream of hormone-laden urine
“Ahhh~♡ Ahhh don’t look~♡”
Zhongli’s tongue hangs out, his precious eyes look positively soft enough to eat. And the way he smells…
Neuvillette can’t stop his nostrils flaring. His own breath feels like it’s searing his throat. His teeth chatter. His fangs ache.
Zhongli’s sweat. His cum. His birthing fluid. His piss and breast milk. A heady cocktail of his mate’s fuck-happy breeding hormones begging for Neuvillette to taste him. Mount him. Fill him.
Quickly Neuvillette takes the eggs from their nest and places them in a basin with the rest. He butts his nose along Zhongli’s flank, nudging him along to a dry part of their nest and bare himself.
Neuvillette admires this flower he’s cultivated. Reminiscent of the shy romaritime flower, a tightly shut bud that blooms beautifully for the waters alone.
How shy this flower had been as well. Neuvillette licks its nectar off Zhongli’s thighs then licks its heart. His labia jiggle, having grown rich in hue and abundant under Neuvillette’s attentions.
A beautiful flower that blooms for him.
Zhongli’s clits are exotic in their beauty. The colour of ripe berries, adorned by white spines. How he aches to bite into their sweet flesh and gulp down their juices.
That wouldn’t do.
To truly appreciate a spring and all its complexities and personality, one must be patient.
Neuvillette moans, enveloping one meaty lobe with his mouth, loudly sucking it clean before releasing it. It emerges from his lips darker and heavier than its counterpart.
No need to fret, he will address the matter soon. The little hole under Zhongli’s hemiclits clenches, weeping anxiously. Do not fret. Do not fret. Neuvillette exhales, hot breath washing over Zhongli’s vulva, before swirling his tongue around the nervous little hole. Do not fret.
“Neuvillette. Ah..! You shouldn’t–!”
Neuvillette licks Zhongli from perineum to hemiclitores with an audible slurp.
He presses his tongue flat against Zhongli’s inner entrance. Immediately Zhongli’s pleasure is sharp and bright, rippling through his body, thighs trembling by Neuvillette’s ears.
But these little sips cannot slake his thirst. Neuvillette buries his face between meaty thighs and plunges his tongue into the heart of this spring. So amorously it clings to him. Neuvillette flutters and rolls his tongue against the inner branches of Zhongli’s hemiclitores. Here, his mate’s pleasure is mild in its sweetness, musky like a fresh fruit. It clings to his tongue.
“Mn. Ah♡”
He continues to knead him from the inside. Delighting in how his g-spot slowly grows and hardens, bulging wonderfully against him. Neuvillette slides his tongue in further, bumping into his cervix. Still low from incubation.
That note again. Omnipresent deep within Zhongli’s voice and scent. Neuvillette latches on to it. Rolls it about in his mouth and savours it bit by bit. How it tastes in his mouth. How it smells. How it lands on his ears and feels in his brain.
And gradually, the wanton cries of this Liyue man, become the ardent cries of an ancient beast.
‘Sea beast! Deeper!’
‘Sea beast you fill me so well~♡’
‘Beautiful sea beast. Handsome sea beast. Adorable precious sea beast.’
By this one note, Zhongli’s taste deepens.
Neuvillette groans, craning his head so that he may taste more deeply this part of Zhongli that so valiantly, so nobly warmed his eggs. This fruit that grew thick to embrace them. The bones of this earth that warped and widened to accommodate them.
His tongue slithers past the slit dimpling Zhongli’s cervix and they moan their pleasure in unison. It is beyond intimate, feeling the pressure of Zhongli’s cervix squeezing around his tongue. His hemipenes begin to emerge from his slit and Neuvillette fucks his hips against the floor. Accumulated spit running down his chin as he twists and thrusts his tongue. Relishing the sweet juices flowing from his mate’s womb.
More. More.
Loudly soaking his tongue. Flowing down his throat. Seeping into his ears and nose. A passionate and lingering taste.
‘Hydro dragon. My darling sea beast. Mate.’
Suddenly he’s wrenched away from Zhongli’s sex and brought to his face. One stone hand delicately cups his chin, the other combs away the lilies pinning back his fringe. Before bringing his head closer, and closer and closer and
Zhongli’s mouth is warm and his lips are soft.
Zhongli reaches between them to unlace his breeches and push them down. Upon freedom, his hemipenes and his own ejaculate spill onto Zhongli’s navel with a smack. There they lay, pulsing, redder and more engorged than he’s ever witnessed.
He turns his gaze to Zhongli, and whatever perfunctory apology dies on his lips.
Zhongli looks serene, lazily stroking his stomach, while breasts still sag and his nipples still stick out, stiff and dark with their burden.
Neuvillette’s heart skips a beat. He crowds Zhongli onto his hands and knees, covering him with his body and holding the top of his head.
‘Ooh ooh please- mate!’
He sets his teeth on Zhongli’s shoulder fucking into him.
‘Hydro dragon! Mate mate deeper! Feels so good.’
Neuvillette hilts himself and cums. Rocking his hips to smear his seed all over Zhongli’s insides.
“Aah!♡ Ah!♡”
Zhongli’s hips sag and Neuvillette wrenches them back up.
“Any spillage and I will deem you to be in violation of our contract.”
“Oogghh!♡”
His sweet whines stretch out into something incredibly bestial and vulgar, like his throat has been crushed. Upon pulling out, Zhongli stiffens. Golden antlers flashing bright as the creature curls in protectively, shivering as it embraces its belly.
“Ohhhhh♡”
Neuvillette snarls as his mate’s fragrant hormonal piss perfumes the air. His urethral sphincter so swollen it dribbles out in pathetic piddly drops.
Poor thing. Neuvillette runs his fingers through Zhongli’s hair.
“Little land beast,” Neuvillette murmurs, his voice feels strange. “Little land relic. Is it uncomfortable?”
A flash of gold, vibrant and alive. A splash of crimson highlights the playful curve of his eyes.
The creature lifts its tail and waggles its large bottom.
“Hm~♡”
Splat! Splat! Plap! Plipplipplpplap!
Thick gobs of sperm pour from its cunt and splatter all over the floor.
“Ah. How unfortunate,” it titters before standing up with a great big stretch.
A low growl rumbles his throat. Neuvillette wanders over and wraps his arms around Zhongli.
“Unthinkable. Never could I have anticipated that even the dogs roving the Fleuve Cendre possessed more decorum than the Geo usurper Deus Auri.”
A smile plays about Zhongli’s lips.
“I should go.”
Neuvillette looks down. Looks at this soft gorgeous creature in his arms, and ponders the hateful thing it just said.
It looks up. He gazes into its golden eyes. From the mire, Zhongli’s arm rises and cups his cheek.
“Chief Justice, I am contractually obligated to attend this ball.”
Slowly, the lax puddle in his arms reconstitutes itself. Bones forming anew. Muscles tensing and flexing, wobbling a little as Zhongli stands. Zhongli stands and all too easily walks around, tidying himself up.
Walking. Standing. Walking. Tall and elegant. Walking.
And Neuvillette. Neuvillette hasn’t had enough. Might never have enough of Zhongli waddling around, swaying his wide hips, hugging his round belly every three steps.
Unable to run.
Neuvillette stands.
“If I force you to stay, leaving you with no recourse to fulfill your contract with Lady Furina.”
He loosely hugs Zhongli’s arm and nuzzles the back of his neck.
“If you wish to stay, that is,” he murmurs.
Zhongli’s shoulders quake, mirth rippling through his frame.
“Oh my. Hydro Dragon~ Hydro Dragon~ how gentle his force is.”
Zhongli steps forward, leaving Neuvillette cold.
“In the advent of adversity or of unforeseen circumstance, a reasonable effort must be made to overcome and uphold one’s end of the deal.”
Neuvillette tires of these games.
Cast aside your modesty. Bare yourself for me. Sink for me. Drown for me.
Neuvillette grabs Zhongli by the neck and squeezes.
“I have captured you. Any attempt to escape will be judged most harshly.”
“Oh.” Zhongli sighs, biting his lip.
Another egg. Together they shift.
The perfect weight. Skin stretched just right. Zhongli presses his chest to the floor as if it could stifle the burgeoning heat in his breasts. His nipples feel so hard they sting. Zhongli stills, toes curled and legs trembling. Willing the world to stop so he can savour this wonderful and perfect feeling.
Alas~
Neuvillette renews his embrace and rocks his hips. Sloppy, rhythmless, but with the determination omnipresent in all Neuvillette does.
Shove. *Pop!* Shove. *Pop!*
Silver hair spills down his arms, warm breath brands his neck. With each thrust his Zhongli feels his belly distend. Feels the flesh of his womb burn with the stretch. Feels his pelvis creaking and bowing under the weight of Neuvillette’s spawn.
Pop! Pop!
The pressure builds.
Raw moans stab his throat with each egg squeezing past his cervix. Somehow it’s quieter than the lewd plop! plop! of the ovipositor squelching and squirming to heave more eggs into his uterus.
And builds.
Oh he’s too full… With all the room the Leviathan occupies everything becomes inconvenient. The walls of his vagina are too swollen. His cervix is too puffy. The embedded branches of his clit are too large. His bladder is too full.
Pop!
“Hhhk!”
Zhongli’s tongue flops out. From his wretched coughing and gagging, spittle pours from his tongue to the floor.
“Breathe, land relic.”
Neuvillette pets his head between his antlers. Even being cherished like this is too filling.
He feels so good and full his pelvis might just break ♡
“Breathe.”
This vessel is crumbling.
Pop!
The egg enters him. Fills him. Something brushes his middle. Zhongli looks down.
His stomach has grown such that it reaches the cushion under him.
“Aha♡”
A sickly sweet numb pleasure takes him. Pure liquid joy seeps into his every cell. It’s like poison soaking into his bone marrow.
Neuvillette’s slimy tongue laps his neck, Zhongli cranes his neck to offer him more.
And when Neuvillette helps him to his knees, holding his gaze to the mirror in the corner, his breath leaves him.
Zhongli is grateful for each moment. Each grain of sand in his proverbial hourglass and the memories within. He cherishes them all.
In the mirror is a nameless beast. Crowned by golden antlers. Long long hair snaking to each corner of Neuvillette’s desk. Amber eyes aglow. Pure light beaming from the cracks in his foundation.
It’s been centuries since he shined so radiantly.
Zhongli chokes. He still remembers the crying of the first infant born to the Guili Assembly. He tries to look away.
Neuvillette wrenches his head back by the chin to see
A nameless beast, with its black arms and legs, looking just as wild as the day it dove into the endless cloud sea. Finding a beautiful, ugly, mysterious, and wonderful world.
Who is…?
Idealistic perhaps. Naive perhaps. Fanciful.
How indulgent he'd been, to imagine himself in the role of a regular Liyue laobaixing. A role centuries in the making. The mundane Liyue man who rests and rises at a reasonable hour. A classic Liyue man who loves artistic expression, tasty food, and all the beautiful entities who share this life with him.
Seeing this nameless beast in the mirror now, one wonders. If it returned. Ascended the nameless mountain to return to its nameless home in the peaks above the endless cloud sea…
Zhongli vividly recalls when the earth split, devouring the mountains and clouds and the civilisations atop them.
He reaches forth. In the mirror, he watches Neuvillette’s hand move from his chin to take his hand.
“Mr. Zhongli, I was looking all over for you!”
“Is that so? Forgive me, I stepped out for some air.”
Furina’s eyes widen.
“Like this?” she gestures to his bare arms.
“Ah. Don’t worry, I’m quite resilient. I won’t catch a cold.”
“Mr. Zhongli the baby will catch a cold!”
His neck stings. A deep blue dinner jacket is draped around his shoulders. Neuvillette appears with a snifter of clear water next to Miss Furina.
As they speak, Zhongli looks out the window.
What a beautiful night.
Absent of clouds, twinkling stars and the full moon take free reign of the night sky. For some reason, the stars here seem fewer than at home.
In the glass of the window, Zhongli watches time pass. People in all a manner of extravagant dress milling the grand lobby of the Opera Epiclese. He sees a prolific and celebrated actress, who has found joy in orchestration. He sees Fontaine’s Iudex. He sees…
“Zhongli?”
“Yes?”
He sees the Hydro Sovereign, white pupils drawn into narrow little slits, the pale lilac framing his irises bathed in red. He sees…
“Deus Auri.”
“Yes? Ah.”
He hadn’t noticed.
Neuvillette gathers his hand from where he’d been reaching for the sky and twines their fingers together.
“Little land beast, does it bother you?”
He sees a nameless beast, who resided atop a nameless mountain.
“It’s… It’s an eyesore.”
Warm breath graces the back of his neck, followed by the sharp fangs of his dear sea beast.
“I think so too.”