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: ̗̀➛ 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.

venti be nice he just got out of time prison

(Zhongli interaction for your event!)

Since you know it so well, what are your favourite places in Liyue? Mayyyybe you could even show me sometime? Dw, I’m sure I can help towards paying if you make it a date :p If you’re up for it, of course.

“Quite upfront in asking me out for a date. I do in fact have my favorite spots but I highly doubt we’d have to spend much mora… If anything, I can cover it.” A solemn smile appeared on the consultant’s face, easily overshadowing the teasing nature unexpected of him.

“I believe you expected me to enumerate the high-class shops scattered all over Liyue Harbor, perhaps for a casual get-together that could’ve been the case… after all, I quite enjoy skimming over the various products they offer.” Zhongli glossed over to the side, more so the west of Liyue.

“Perhaps an unconventional favorite of mine would be Huaguang Stone Forest… There was a time I’d freely go beyond the clouds but in this time and age… I can only wander over the highest geographical wonders to get a taste of that rush.” 

Would you be kind enough to accompany him?

⸢𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➽ 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄⸥

POV: You are hiding under their desk - Part two

Warnings: Zhongli has joint pains in his hand and slight spoiler to Kokomi’s character quest

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕; 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒’𝚜

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Zhongli:

  The former Geo Archon is a very patient man. After centuries of experience, he knows within himself when to take a break. However, the physical exhaustion of a mortal body was something he was not quite used to yet. His office basked in a warm orange as the sun sets over Liyue, and Zhongli exhales softly through his nose. The pen in his hand scribbles away at the documents left by Hu Tao, but his mind was elsewhere. 

  Tiredness ached within his joints, and he sets the quill down to flex his fingers. He’s not one to complain; he was grateful for his job at the funeral parlor, and he wasn’t about to draw attention to a measly setback such as this.

  As Zhongli gains the motivation to start again, an agonizing pulse shoots through his palm. A hiss escapes through his teeth and the pen clatters to the floor. He barely registers the pull on his pants leg as he gathers himself. His amber orbs trace over the face below him, two (e/c) doe-like eyes watching him with curiosity. 

  “What are you doing down there, little one?” Zhongli’s voice rumbles as a soft smile graces his features. The child quickly lifts the writing utensil he dropped moments before and giggles.

  “Write!” They exclaim.

  “Yes. That is used for writing,” the consultant replies as he lifts the young being onto his lap. Taking an empty copy of paper, he places it on the table in front of the child, who immediately scribbles away at the white sheet. Zhongli couldn’t help but to place his hand on top of theirs, stopping any erratic movement of the pencil. They look at him, their cheeks puffed out in irritation.

  “Write!” They announce sternly, making the Archon chuckle.

  “Let me teach you how I do it.”

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Kokomi:

  Her Excellency of Watasumi Island is a very busy lady. With all her time spent on finding ways for Sangonomiya to grow, she tends to forget about her own needs. With the villagers finding new ways to cultivate the land; to the daily tasks needed to be sent out to the soldiers; to the duties at the shrine; the lead priestess was tired to say the least.

  She knew a few hours with her books would do her some good. She asked General Gorou to keep an eye out while she rejuvenated herself with new tactic plans. She sat contently in her own company, eyes gazing across the words printed on the page. She was truly invested in the plot, theories and questions dancing in her thoughts. The suspense was killing her as the scene unravels, and though she was quite immersed, the sudden laugh from under the table confused her.

  Kokomi tilts her chair back to peek beneath the desk, and a relieved sigh retreats from the priestess. “Why, if it isn’t little (Y/n). How did you find this place?” She questions as the child climbs up her legs and into her lap.

  “Easy peasy,” They exclaim, “I found your tree!”

  “I see,” Kokomi coughs out in response to their boisterous personality, “so you found my reading spot?”

  “You can read books?” (Y/n) mumbles, a sudden glumness falling on their face.

  “I can… you cannot?”

  “I can, I’m just not very good at it. I bet you’re a pro at reading! You’re good at lots of things, Miss Kokomi!”

  “You’d be surprised,” She says with a small smile, “How about this: you read me a chapter, and I read you one.”

  “You’re going to read to me?”

  “If you read to me. It’s only fair, and besides, how will you get better if you don’t practice?”