: Luxury ( Dragon-hybrid!Zhongli X Worshipper Childe )

: ̗̀➛ Luxury ( Dragon-hybrid!Zhongli x Worshipper Childe )

▸ Rating ✧ NSFW

▸ Word count ✧ ~ 2,3k

▸ Summary ✧ Childe makes an offering to his dragon lord, and in turn receives a prize.

▸ Contains ✧ smut, choking, worship?, slight degradation, also slight prase, power dynamics, monster fucking?

▸ AN ✧ I genuinely had so much fun writing this, but it ended up being more descriptive rather than having long smut, forgive me!

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There was always something so thrilling about escaping normal life to indulge in something secretive, Childe knew the feeling well. Every so often, he’d make an offering. Honestly, the offering could’ve been anything. Food, gems… his body.. But this beast only had eyes for one thing. Eyes greedy and hoarding, clawed grip never letting go of the piles of offerings he’d made.

It was gold, of course. Piles and piles of shimmering gold coins.

Childe really thought it was funny, honestly. Why be so greedy and needy for something as simple as gold? But nevertheless, he couldn’t complain. The offerings he made got him what he wanted.

And what he wanted? Hoho, so sinful on the ears, he’d never spill a word about it to anyone. He never will, no matter who’s asking, no matter how much is on the line for him.

He was greedy too, greedy beyond anything else he’d ever felt for anything. This beast… this inhuman, malignant beast he’d grown to love. Loved more than all, he’d let it do anything to him.

That included… sucking his wallet dry.

But if it were for this beast he fed, he’d give anything.

He came upon the entrance of the cave, a deep blackness glowing from within. His steps inside were gentle, afraid to wake the dragon that might’ve been slumbering inside. He’d been there so many times in the past, legs and feet weaving in practiced steps between piles of the gold he’d brought in the past. There was a single light source in the cave, flaming from the grasp of the dragon.

“You’ve come again.” Its voice rumbled deep. “Do you wish to receive anything from me, as you foolishly return to me once again?”

“You call me foolish, and yet you always accept the offerings I bring onto you.”

And its head turned. Piercing eyes locked Childe’s, wearing an unimpressed expression upon the sharp features of its face- and Childe’s gaze glanced downwards and away. They had the same interaction every time Childe would show up to the hidden cave, it was part of the ritual they had at this point. How the beast slid carefully off the top of the glistening mass of gold, bare skin wearing the always familiar marks of his power staining his arms, his back, the pale skin that stayed in the shadows.

Ah- did Childe say he was a dragon? Well, he was half right, the beast that stood before him was a hybrid creature. Features of a human, but outward features of a powerful, wise dragon. A thick tail, horns crowning his long hair, sharp claws tipped on slender fingers… he was gorgeous. Not to mention the golden scales that sharpened his features, rocky on the smoothness of his skin.

This beast often didn’t wear much attire, at most it was a thin loincloth that wrapped snugly around the plumpness of his ass. It rested on top of his tail, flowing loosely onto his hips. It was a bit strange to Childe, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Tartaglia,” It spoke once again, holding out a lithe hand, “You refuse to break away from my grasp. Do tell, how much have you brought me on this fine day?”

Childe didn’t look up, only placing the heavy pouch into the palm of the dragon, “Only the finest, today I bear a hefty amount unto you, Rex Lapis.” He didn’t speak like this outside of the cave, the words felt heavy, but not unfamiliar on his tongue. He felt the pouch leave his touch, and he went back to standing still, arms at his sides and head bowed downwards.

Something like this… he would’ve hated it if it were to be anyone else, anything else, but he knew that, if he followed all instructions, he’d get anything he wanted.

Until the roughness of the dragon’s hands found his cheeks, turning his face upwards, finally being able to meet the piercing eyes once more. The beast- it looked pleased, a satisfied expression rested on its face.

“Such a promising worshiper, you are,” it leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss upon his lips, “You always manage to please me, so wonderful.” The words had a certain sting to them, laced with a stone-cold infliction that made Childe want to shutter. He couldn’t though, he couldn’t do anything without the given permission from the dragon he bowed to. Even so much as sighing might bring this whole ritual to a sudden stop. It had happened several times in the past, he was not risking it again.

The dragon’s stone face turned into a sharp smile, and, with a toss of the satchel over his shoulder, he placed another more forceful kiss upon the corner of Childe’s mouth, “You may now touch me.”

Immediately, he did, bringing his hands onto the large expanse of the beast’s strong chest. No matter how many times they did this, its body felt different. Stronger, coarser, more scaled, it was never boring to feel this gorgeous body. And he indulged himself in it. Running his fingers along the peaks of its chest, dipping down to his stomach, lower and lower… until his hands met with the cloth.

He let himself glance upwards at the dragon, watching how its face contorted with emotion, every so often letting out a particularly heavy breath or swallowing just enough to make his throat bob. The glance wasn’t long- as the piercing eyes opened again and met his, Childe moved them away.

The dragon exhaled a heated breath, bringing a svelte arm behind Childe, grabbing a firm handful of his ginger hair and pulling his head back, “You can look at me, Tartaglia. You are aware of how I wish to be addressed when we indulge our sins, do not dare forget it.”

Without a thought, Childe’s face became smug, a lopsided grin and half-lidded eyes. He let the name roll out of his mouth with a silky tone, “Of course, Master Zhongli.”

The dragon- Zhongli pulled away and turned his back to Childe. There was only one solid piece of furniture in the cave, a massive golden throne. He couldn’t count how many times he had had his back blown out over it, but each time he had done so he always had the most exhilarating experience, even almost surpassing the battles he had. Zhongli’s steps were elegant and proficient, treading lightly on the golden piles on the path to the throne. The man joining him had started to become giddy, making uneven steps on the golden coins as he trailed behind him.

In one swift movement, the previously worn loincloth had come off, only lingering on the edge of Zhongli’s tail for a moment before being discarded to the side. Childe, this man, had also begun to remove the layers he had on, hands frantically trying to tear off the clothing.

“No.” Zhongli’s voice boomed from in front of him, and when he looked up he met the eyes once more, wide and bearing the slightest of annoyance, “Do not remove your clothing today. You will satisfy me how I want, I do not wish to hear your desires or the appeals you have.” His body now fully faced the ginger, showing his bare beauty to the man, “You are no better than what you believe you are.”

Childe shuddered at the words, sluggishly moving his body back towards the throne. He wouldn’t, he wasn’t allowed to- especially after being talked down to like that. He wasn’t mad, not at all. Honestly, it was hot. It made his heart jump in his chest and his cock throb hard in his pants. And the way the dragon dragged his tail onto the base of the throne made him even more excited.

“Come.” Didn’t have to tell him twice. Childe shifted his feet closer, and he fell down onto his knees in front of the beast’s parted legs. He wasn’t acknowledged yet, the only sound that echoed through the cave for a long moment was the sound of a nearby coin pile crumbling and shattering coins across the floor. Only then did Zhongli grin once more, “Did you prepare yourself, as I requested from the last encounter we had?”

Childe only nodded, earning a pleased hum from above him and a hand running through his hair, “Very good. You can be such a good listener.” His thumb trailed down the cheek of the man kneeling at his knees, stroking along the bone, “Now, you must present yourself to me. Show me what you offer, over the arm of my throne.”

It was something they did often, it was the easiest to do when the only thing to use was the throne. Childe slowly lifted himself off the ground, twisting his body with practiced sultry. He kept his eyes locked with Zhongli’s, even as he gently bent his body over the arm of the throne, even as he slowly tugged down his pants to rest just below his ass. He was proud of himself, really putting in the work to prepare himself beforehand, he knew it was something Zhongli liked and appreciated.

“I am yours, Master Zhongli.”

The hybrid stood once more with a flow of wind, his two thick cocks standing up against his navel. Of course, he had two, but had previously stated that he didn’t believe Childe was “worth having both of them yet”. Did that hurt his feelings? A little bit, but as their meetings became more and more frequent, Childe had begun to get off to the feeling of having something pressed between his legs at all times. He begged for it at times and had come his soul out because of it multiple times in the past.

He could now shudder, feeling how the beast pressed behind him, bringing the heat of his crotch onto him. His legs struggled on their toes as he was pushed lower down into the throne, a firm hand on the center of his back pressing him over. It made him… very vulnerable, spread open, and bared for his dragon.

When they did this, there was little to no foreplay. Only rarely did Zhongli ever proceed with it, receiving or giving. Childe often didn’t complain about it, he had places to be, Zhongli gave no clues except for a simple “I am busy in my life” (even if he’s never seen the dragon leave the cave).

And because of this silent arrangement, Zhongli wasted no time pressing into him. He entered with one swift, slow movement- and Childe keened in his throat as he became fully sheathed. Zhongli only let out a held breath, moving his hand up and down the back of the man bent in front of him. His hand movements were gentle, even as he pressed his chest down and wrapped them around the ginger’s throat. Only then did he start to move his hips, a leisurely back and forth movement as he kept his palms wrapped around Childe’s neck.

As he let his hips pick up speed, Childe made another desperate sound in his chest, keening again when the hands around his throat squeezed just a bit more, fingers pressing into the sensitive parts of his neck. He choked as he felt a stab of pleasure in his gut, hearing the sound of their bodies colliding echo through the cave, over and over. The feeling in his gut grew through each punch of Zhongli’s hips into his, driving his cock into his ass with a persistent pace.

When the dragon’s face leaned close to his, breathing hard and needy breaths into his ear, did Childe know he was close. He felt himself edging too, felt it harder than before, a burning sensation at the pit of his stomach that showed no signs of stopping. But it did- very suddenly. As the dragon gave a blow deep once more, his cock pulsed with need and burst with a desperate need for release, and he came hard enough to stop the train of thought he had been having.

Zhongli didn’t stop his pace, not for a few moments. Even as Childe let out sounds of discomfort, he didn’t stop until- he burst too. He came with a deep roar, voice loud in the ear of the man below him. The sound managed to get Childe to push one last, forlorn spurt of cum from himself, encouraged by the similar fluid filling his hole and painting his thighs. By the time Zhongli pulled away and out, his legs had barely gotten enough strength to keep themselves up, and he stayed latched onto the arm of the throne for a few more seconds. He sure was lucky there was a lake just outside of the cave.

As he stood up once more, the dragon sat back down onto its throne, crossing its legs and running its hand through a pile of coins that sat on the throne. This was no longer Zhongli. It was now… Rex Lapis once more. And back they went to their usual arrangement.

Childe swiftly pulled his, now sticky, pants back up. He stood to the side of the throne, bowing his body over in respect once more, hands folded in front of him and head downwards.

“I thank you once again for the reserve you have bestowed on me today,” he never once lifted his head, “I shall treasure this encounter more than the last, and I vow to return with a bountiful offering once more.”

And, without another word, he turned and left through the entrance of the cave.

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Part 1: Kaeya X TopStalker! GN Reader(amab)

Please do not read or interact if you are uncomfortable with this or are not 18+.

Warnings: Dark content, stalking, yandere-lik themes, alcohol, smut, abuse, choking, noncon, somno, mentions of incest(?*)

Reader uses gender neutral pronouns but has male genitalia.

Comfort was always found in the shadows. Being able to live one's life out, experiencing one's pleasures all in the safety of the crowd. There is a certain security in doing the same routine over and over, all the possible flaws marked out and countered, all the lines memorized by heart, being able to ensure not to be caught in the act, but where was the fun in that when the full prize is but a hand reach away? Why suffice with a crumb when the entire cake is waiting, frosted and decorated sweetly, baked into golden perfection, so soft and delectable to be around all dressed with a cherry on top? Why hold back when such a childish urge can easily be fulfilled with just a quick nip at it when no one is watching?

The wooden seat at the bar was hard, the spot near the stairs, far away from the general crowd as all the other hard seats around you were bare. Hand cupping a short round glass filled to a quarter with a petrol-filled honey-like liquid, as the other toyed with the strap on your shirt. The sensation was gritty, like sandpaper against leather but what else could be expected from hands aged after years in the fire, broad and firm after all the twisting of hot glass and hammering onto the lava-like substance. These hands... They were built for more than just molding glass, they were built to manipulate a certain navy haired captain's flesh and body. They were made to rake his long hair, travel across his body and squeeze against his cake rear. They were meant to be on him and yet they were but a hand reach away as the captain sat at the bar with his mates, enjoying the late night like he always did. His schedule was hard to plot at first, hiding from a man trained to be aware of danger wasn't an easy task, so the only way to get it was with deceit.

You're just a friendly cuddly person, happy to help anyone with whatever they need. Even though you seem rough and tough, everyone loves the idea that your insides are as sweet fluffy as the clouds above. You helping the ladies carry their produce was just because you were kind, offering help to the little girl who lost her cat was because you love kids, animals too. You really are just the heartthrob Monstadt loves, all because you're such a nice person, not at all because you want to hide your tracks, not at all to conceal the impure thoughts that assault your mind, not at all to gain the trust of Monstadt. You were just you, it was never sketchy to anyone with you always being near Kaeya, it was just a coincidence.

That "coincidence" meant you were able to learn his schedule without much suspicion, take a few discarded and, not discarded, stuff when he was out on patrol. His shirts were always your favourite, other then the intoxicating feeling of holding on to something worn on his naked flesh, was the smell of him and cologne and the sweat stained into them from work, and fuck, when you rubbed it across your body, between your chest, caressing your neck with the fabric and then ultimatly lowering it, gently between the soft of your thighs, the slight moisture of the shirt making your warm skin shiver. Just a little bit of teasing is okay, just a little bit to rile you up a little, to make his scent rub onto you. Such sinful nights of dark desires and unheard vowels leading to a sticky shirt, frosting littered on your hands and unsatisfied scowl somehow still in bliss over the little bit of him you have. That same shirt is the one you have tied across your waist hidden under your coat, still unclean and infused with his scent and your bodily liquids.

"Oi (Name), come join us here!" A smiling bard sang from across the room towards you. Venti, the kid you often found yourself sacrificing your time and snacks too to keep up the innocent act when he involved himself in your life.

This was the first time you had been invited to sit with them, every night usually involved you sitting in your place and just watching them with a drink in your hand, just keeping up your strainful routine, but now an opening was shown, one to throw out the usual and bring in something new. Pushing the chair you sat apon back, you walked towards the group of smiling and welcoming faces, but the one that held your gaze was the one eyed smile and well known, cheeky lips upturned into a grin. Fuck, it would be fun to turn that cheek into whimpers.

"I thought you could join us here rather than all lonesome in that corner. Don't like all the hustle and bustle we make? Hehe." Venti played as you sat next to him, Kaeya sitting between him, Rosaria and Diluc at the bar, both quiet and absorbed in their own thoughts.

And switch into the heartthrob of Monstadt.

"Ah haha," you fake smiled nervously, "As much as I love a little drink, I find it kinda hard to bond with conversation amongst the bar goers at times."

"No wonder though. All sorts of ugly things get said here, right Diluc?" Kaeya attempted to tease him, chin lifted on his palm and eye crinkled. He got no response.

"Haha -but welcome darling! Have a drink with us. I promise we'll be kind." He turned back to you with a drink in hand, he sounded like he enjoyed the idea of toying with you and your 'purity' a little for fun. Just that made you want to bring his pants down, pour his drink across his open chest and just take him in front of everyone at the bar. The face Diluc would wear would be hilarious, but the shock and fear on Kaeya beneath you would be fucking euphoric. The need to respond however, keeping your quick fantasy short.

"Mhmm I hope we have a good time."

The night rang with chimes of laughter and clinks of glasses against each other. Having to keep in character was easy, having done so for so long, but keeping your attention on the conversation was hard with Kaeya slowly falling more and more tipsy after each drink. Face turning blush redder and redder, words more slurred then the last.

A sudden thought hit you, like in slow motion it all came to you, the plan you had thought of over and over but never fulfilled, all the materials sitting unused at home, the action to make him yours, it all came to you, courage built on the alcohol and lust within. Tonight, you could do it tonight, now. All he needs is to be a little more dosed up, as well as the bard being just as dosed to avoid him clinging onto Kaeya, the nun and Master would probably go on with their own dealings and wouldn't prove much of a problem, so the goal to get the cake would be made easier.

"That's it Kaeya, enough for tonight." The person you thought wasn't a problem chimed, denying Kaeya his plea for another.

"Tch, I'm not even that bad. Oh such a tight ass you are Master Diluc." He whined.

This can't go on, Kaeya could still respond and think somewhat realistically, that isn't enough to get him in a weak state.

"Haha what a shame. Another for me!" Venti cheered.

"I think you've gone over your tab enough for tonight, enough for you too."

"Whaaa?? I'm not even tipsy though!"

The bard sighed in defeat, lowering his head.

"This world is just not built for me. Such a cruel, cruel world"

He hopped off his stool and waved back in defeat as he left towards the door, "Farewell my friends! May we absorb such lovely wine and share tales once again in the morrow. For now I say... Goodbye." And so he dramatically swept out the door.

"What a silly little man," Kaeya mused out loud, "Oh well, I'll be off as well, duty calls, as sad as that may be. I can't be Monstadt's number one captain of a disbanded team without at least some sleep. Not even a drink to go, Diluc?"

"No"

"Rude."

This was it, but that's okay, everything can be solved.

"Kaeya, if you'd really like I have some bottles at home, I'm not sure if they could compete against Master Diluc’s, but I’ve saved them for something special. I wouldn't mind sharing it with you."

"Ooh? Well that sounds like a plan."

"Please. I've already shut him down here, there is no need for you to feed into his wants. I can't control what you do, but just know I don't think it is wise to have him any more out of it as he is now. Even just being sober, Kaeya is enough of a headache, I know what kind of pain he will become if he continues like this." Diluc interrupted.

(FUCK IT IS TAKING EVERYTHING IN ME TO NOT INCLUDE DILUC RN, FUCK I WANNA RUIN HIM RN) [gws]

"Don't mind, Diluc. Shall we be off? I'd love to chat for a little more"

Kaeya lead you off the stool pushing against your shoulder towards the door.

"Good night everyone!" He called before closing the door behind him. Now alone with him outside.

"So, shall we be off?"

"Such a lovely place~ It feels so comfortable in here, hehe."

You let him inside, the whole walk was the most internal strain you had ever put on yourself before. Every corner, every alleyway could have been a place to throw him into and just take him already, even your little friendly act was starting to slip, instead just going more quiet to try to keep calm.

"I'm glad. Please sit, make yourself at home." You lead him into your lounge. Having him here in your house had the thrill within empload inside. So close, nearly there.

"I'll just go get a bottle or two, I won't drink any more so you're free to help yourself to them." You smile at him while walking to the kitchen and fetching two of the strongest, aged wines you had. You just need to get him on a chain of drinking, Diluc warned that he is nearly there and, since Diluc knows the most about Kaeyas drinking, it's best to assume what ever resolve Kaeya had put up until now was from experience from his excessive drinking and wish to withhold a good posture amongst people. It shouldn't take too much to get Kaeya into a point where you could over power and manipulate him.

You walked back to the lounge, Kaeya comfortably sat on the very same couch you had masterbated to him numerous times, he seemed relaxed, probably from the alcohol but also because of the feeling of safety. He's been invited in to a warm home by a loving and kind person such as yourself, if anyone else had offered a drink at their place Kaeya would be sure to decline, he's not stupid, but you, you had years worth of good clean reputation, so why would Kaeya feel that way towards you?

Sitting down beside him you gave him the bottle and glass, this time you were closer to him, you could feel the couch shift as he moved for the glass, you could feel how his body melted into the cushions and, best of all, was watching the chest always cheekily showing a little skin move up and down as he breathed, letting his lips press to the glass.

"That's some good stuff you got there." He praised flushed face melting back into relief after being able to drink again.

"You know, I can't tell if Monstadt needs more people like you or not. I mean, you’re such a sweet helpful thing, always working so hard for both your work and the people. I've never seen you do anything wrong, and that's coming from me with eyes all over Monstadt. But... if Monstadt had too many people like you- well, I just like the idea of only one heartthrob in Monstadt." He began to rumble, now that the two of you were out the bar and alone, it meant conversation could be more intimate and personal, however you stayed quiet and watched as his features began to slug after every glass.

Half a bottle later, Kaeya suddenly sighed looking up at the roof, tears beginning to form contrasting the red hue on his cheeks and ears.

"You know, I wish I could go back, maybe change some ways I did stuff," he began, you prepared yourself for an emotional outburst now which would be a pain but it was also a sign he was nearly out of it, "I don't have a solid position in the knights, my relationship with Diluc has been resolved to ash and I can't feel comfortable here in Monstadt... it's like- even though I know everyone and they know me, I'm still miles away." He broke his stare from the roof and let it fall to the floor as his head was held between his knees.

"Who can I cry to? Who can I be myself to? I've lost everyone I held dear to me and I just-I just don't know. I don't know anything. The only thing I could possibly find something in is with Diluc and even that is just fucked. I can't get to him, spending nights watching him emotionlessly tend to others not even batting an eye at me. I miss him and I wanna-" -god fucking dam it, shut him up already.

Half way through his sentence you pushed his loose shoulders down into the armrest, firm and hard, he shouldn't talk about something so stupid, even just emotion dumping was annoying, he should just be drunk stupid already and let you get what you want, what he's feeling right now means nothing compared to what you've withheld for so long.

"Ah-" he was shocked at first looking up at you, until he smiled up

"Hehe you're right, I shouldn't tell myself such stuff. Hey, thanks for doing this, I can really trust yo-"

Reaching your hands down his pants you unclasped the button that held it in place then moved up to shift his shirt further away to open his chest, by now Kaeya began to squirm.

"Hey I don't need that kinda attention right now-" He tried to hesitantly wriggle away, face twisting into slight confusion. You continued to run your hands down his chest, cupping those breasts that had teased you for so long, finally being able to hold them in your own hands. Kaeya started to sit up, to get away but was heavily pushed back down onto the couch, you then wrapped one hand across his wrists to keep them down as your other began to toy with one of his nipples.

"Hey-! Come on-" he started then twitched after having his nipple pulled hard.

"Just keep quiet okay my beautiful prince, I'll be sure to treat you and this beautiful body right if you just do as I ask okay?" You gently stroked his side with your thumb, looking right at him with a deceitful smile, a smile of warmth and care when really you wanted to take him, but for now just taking in his flesh under yours was good enough for an introduction.

The strong alcohol must have started to hit because Kaeyas words of protest slowly became mumbled and lax, instead letting out small moans and pants when you touched a certain part of his body or played with his nipple a little hard. To finally have the cake and be able to consume it as well, it was such a pleasure and, oh, was it time to eat.

Finally reaching down you played with the bulge starting to form in the captain's underwear getting the whimpers and cries you were so desperate for. The heated atmosphere suddenly went dark, what was meant to be just a good fuck to indulge your self changed into all the more twisted thoughts your mind had for him after looking down at his vulnerable state. What if... What if you just... Moving the hand that toyed with his bulge up to cup his toned neck, the pulse of blood through his veins pushing against your palm as you started to tighten around it. Kaeya began to struggle further, being awakened by the sudden lack of air, choked out cries and legs frantically pushing back against you.

The sight stirred something in you, something more than just arousing, something deep rooted into your core, that something that was planted in you the moment you had first seen him, that something that finally started to bloom.

Kaeya’s movement began to settle, you unknowingly had increased your grip against his neck to the point the frantic movement below became strained. Letting go of his neck you stood up off him and the couch, hand still grasping his wrists and with that hold pulling him onto the floor. He gasped and choked, hands reaching for his neck and curving away from you while coughing for air.

"What's, agh... Wha-"

With all the force you could muster you kicked him against his back, sending him forward a bit and letting out a yell, face painted with agony. This was such a new experience. To see the man you studied for so long be controlled and react the way you made him to, it was exhilarating, you loved it, you loved him!

Stepping forward you let your leg rise, stamping hard onto his own leg, feeling the bone of his tibia fracture under the weight and release another beautiful yell. It was a yell for help, for you, for you to help him, if you did this more he'd yell for you even more. Over and over, it felt like a haze, in both a satisfactory and disheartening way. The beautiful skin he adorned being abused to develop blues and purples later on, it was a sad thought his perfect skin being damaged but if by you then perhaps it was okay.

By the time you woke from the haze, Kaeya was on the floor, dressed in sweat, tears and broken skin. Still, you didn't harm his beautiful face, no way could you dent such a sight.

Kaeya could hardly move yet alone speak, only grunts and huffs leaving his mouth. Perhaps now was a good time to take him.

You bent down, cupping his face for a second just to appreciate him then lift him up in your arms as he cried over the movement of his damaged body. The walk to your room was quick, gently placing him onto the covers of your bed, his body still and eyes closed, he must have passed out due to the pain and alcohol at some point. You positioned yourself above him caging him in your arms and legs. Shifting your one arm you began to remove his clothes and accessories, stopping to let your hands thread in his long hair.

When he was bare to your view you pulled off your own garments, keeping your eyes on the way his chest unevenly took in air.

"My prince, let me treat you right, let me look after you okay? I promise I'll do a good job. I promise I'll make you happy." He didn't respond, just kept on breathing heavily. Moving your attention to his exposed hole you lifted his leg to the side onto your shoulder, you wanted him to be prepared well, he needed to enjoy this. You covered two fingers in your own saliva before inserting the one into him seeing his figure jolt slightly, moving it around slowly and enjoying the slower pace. When he felt loose you inserted another and repeated, just taking in him and the small twitches and sounds he made.

Once four fingers had stretched him to your liking, you shifted to let your member press against his ass, leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you quietly sang your thanks and love to him- before slowly pushing your hips into his ass. Once all the way in you began to slowly push in and out savouring the warm wet walls encapsulating your member. Even after acting so violently towards him you still loved him, you still wanted this to be special. The mix of twisted desires and true love forcing you to be in such turmoil. You began to pick up the pace, Kaeyas half conscious body finally beginning to react again. His hips swaying up and down as you began to hit faster and faster. With a huff you shoved all your force into him, awakening something in him, "Diluc!~" he sang, new tears budding on his awakening body.

You paused for a second but then carried on mindlessly pushing into him. So that's what that emotional dump about Diluc ment, no matter, that didn't mean much if he was here with you. It didn't stir you off the wrong way hearing Kaeya call out for him, rather, you moved on tending to him until the whines and moans below you became a scream of pleasure as Kaeya came, frosting your lower half and leaving him passed out again, his body slowly twitching till it came to a full stop. Taking advantage of this you used his limp body as a fleshlight as hard and fast as you wanted, digging deep into his caverns until your own knot began to grow inside. Finally you got to do this, finally after all this time live out one of your fantasies with him. Pulling out and quickly stroking yourself across his face, until build up met release and you came over his sleeping figure, soft white strings meeting golden flesh. Quickly you sealed yourself onto him with a kiss, your cum and his tears, saliva and sweat mixed into it. Finally, you had bonded with him.

You stood back up off the bed, letting his figure softly thump onto its covers. He looked so perfect in your bed, covered in your fluids with bruises beginning to bloom because of you. He was yours.

You quickly put your clothes back on and left him in that state on your bed to steep in them and infuse himself with your scent. Leaving the room you closed and locked the bedroom door moving to the lounge to clean whatever remnants that suggested Kaeya was with you. While doing so you picked up his vision, how it must have dropped off while messing with him. In your hand you held his ambitions, his motivations, without it he'd become a shell of himself so now with you in possession of it it just sealed your intertwined fate once more.

Thanks to Adrian for editing and proofreading and dealing with my shit

*Incest depends on how you view Kaeya and Diluc’s relationship. I personally see them as sworn brothers which is not incest, however I know many others don't see them this way so I'll keep that warning there.