"Well, well, it's been a long time, hasn't it? Tell me, Morax, have you missed me?"

No, he thinks. Absolutely not, but he's not about to admit that to Yae Miko. She's the sort of woman who tucks words like that away for a rainy day. They'll sit there, nestled against her breast until she deigns it necessary to wield them back.

Zhongli learned his lesson a long time ago. This is not the first time he's been in this exact situation, and likely, not the last. A few carefully placed words, that damned smirk, and an impressive show of fun little toys will leave Zhongli weak enough in the knees that he willingly bends.

"There's something poetic about it, this time," says Yae. She drags a hand down his bare back, nails biting into his skin. Just barely, enough for a tug in a delicious drag of friction.

Zhongli shivers under the touch, leaning onto his elbows. Whines softly into the silk pillowcase, burying his face there so his expression doesn't betray him.

"A once-Archon, underneath me. Tell me, Morax—" She pauses, her fingers halting just where his crack starts. "Zhongli," she amends. "Apologies. Tell me, what is it like to be only a god again? To be able to fade away into obscurity? Your people think you are dead, and so, you effectively are."

Odd. Wonderful. Splendid and strange. Zhongli doesn't quite know what to make of the concept of freedom, but he supposes that there is time to find out. He moans when Yae's hand slips down to spread his asscheeks. Her thumb ghosts over his rim, a torturous tease as she just stares.

"Some things truly don't change, hm? Perhaps Ei was onto something with all her concerns of eternity."

Zhongli snorts. Can't help it. "Too much chatter," he says, turning his face back to her. "I came here for a reason."

"Ah, yes. Even old dragons occasionally get needy, I suppose."

"And it seems that old foxes still like to indulge."

Yae's face shifts, something less of a grin and more like a feral smirk spreading across her face. "We are devious creatures," she agrees, turning her attention back to what she finds between his legs. She drags her thumb down over the smooth expanse of Zhongli's perineum, digging in. Then, the seam of his balls, hanging heavy and swollen. "But, we do admit it when we like what we see."

She is gentle and teasing, but Zhongli knows better than to think she will be soft. Yae doesn't give, she only takes—and she takes and takes and takes. She doesn't warn him before a cool, slick finger sinks into his hole. Zhongli clenches, hips bucking; but he moans, nose buried into the softness of her pillows to hide the sound.

"That's unfair," she says, that finger sliding in to the knuckle. "You came to me because you had an urge, and you deny me such beautiful sounds."

"Patience is a virtue." Zhongli grits it out as she slips in a second finger, his words clipped in a tight tone. "Oh, that's… oh."

Yae sighs as she fucks her fingers in lazily. Little effort. Just minimal pressure against his insides, so, so close to where he wants it, enough to make his gut tighten, and his hips buck back, trying to feel more. "Patience might be easy for one made of stone, but it's ironic, isn't it? You aren't a picture-perfect example of restraint, are you?"

"We had a contract." A gentle reminder, one that despite her teasing, he knows Yae will take seriously.

"No fun," she tuts as she falls back slightly. "Always a drag, even now. One would think that with retirement, you might've eased up a bit." A pause as a third finger ghosts the edge of his rim. "Speaking of easing up, how long has it been, hm? Should I make you beg for the next one?"

Zhongli whines, a little embarrassed. He presses back against her hand and says, "Please."

"So polite." But, for all her teasing, Yae is a woman of her word. Zhongli begged and so she slips it in, crooking all three downwards, pressing hard against his prostate.

Zhongli yelps in pleasure. His dick twitches as it hangs below him, the reddened, flushed tip brushing against the bedsheets. "Gods," he murmurs, his legs tensing. She fucks her fingers in and out, pulling him closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you in heat?" she asks.

"Yae."

"Just curious. It's been so long since I've seen you like this I was wondering if something induced it." She leans forward then, pressing against his back. Zhongli can feel the way her ample breasts sit heavily against his shoulder blades. She presses her nose against his nape, inhaling deeply. Her fingers pause. "It's been a long time, but don't think I've forgotten just what you smell like when you're this. Poor, poor thing; but don't worry—I'll breed you."

Zhongli whimpers, his gut clamping up. It's not a proper heat, not the full-blown loss of his senses. But the inkling of it is there. His nerves tingle at the thought, old instincts rising to the surface. It happens, sometimes. He hasn't always come to Yae in centuries, but he happened to be in the area—and she's right. Old habits die hard, and Zhongli is a man ruled by nostalgia.

"Handsome," says Yae, her voice soft. Pleased. She presses her fingers in deep and spreads them slightly, pulling his asscheek to the side, watching where his hole stretches wide. "For an old man," she adds, and he just knows that her lips are tipped into an annoying smirk.

"And what of old foxes? Considerably elderly shrine maidens? Are you so slow because your joints ache, and you can't move as easily as when we were young?"

Yae stills. He imagines the way she tilts her head to the side, and how her eyes likely narrow. Annoyed. Just a little. "How rude," she says, pulling her fingers out of his ass. Zhongli groans at the loss, feeling the way his hole clenches. "Should I leave you here like this? Or should I make you beg for it?"

Zhongli huffs, turning his face to the side to look at her. "Breed me," he says, entirely shameless, wiggling his hips to make his point. And then: "That's what you want, so please."

She has her own instincts that pull at her being. It works. That annoyed expression shifts into something headier. Her gaze slips back to his ass as she dips her finger through his crack and over his hole. Testing the give, the slickness, how ready he is.

"Morax or Zhongli?" She hums as she considers. "I'd say Zhongli, but I don't think that's who's come to my door for help. It's Morax, isn't it?"

"Fuck me, already—"

"In due time." She pulls back and digs through an old wood chest at the bedside. Zhongli watches through a ruddy, lustful haze as she pulls out an old, well-known leather harness.

"I'm surprised you still have that," he murmurs.

"Hm? Oh, I have others." Yae grins at him, predatory. "This is just that one that I always saved for you." She is quick about settling into it. The cock that she picks is generous and non-standard. Ridged and thick and draconian. Zhongli's mouth goes dry at the sight, his hole clenching, he wants it in him yesterday—

Yae catches the way that he stares. "I thought you might like something familiar. Just like the old days."

"Please, just—Yae."

"Oh, I love that sound of that," she says, taking a cruel amount of time.

Yae teases the edge of his rim with the spade-headed tip of her cock, dipping in just barely. Zhongli is impatient and slams back against her, splitting himself open in one fell swoop. He chokes on it, the heft of the cock as it slides in. How the ridges drag over his insides and bully his prostate. Heat flares inside him, boiling the blood in his veins, churning his gut, and he moves, thrusting back against her, fucking himself—

A hard crack sounds through the room, accompanied by blinding pain against his backside. Zhongli hisses, groaning, fingers curling tight in the bedsheets. "Perhaps I was too quick to assume you'd behave for me," croons Yae, smoothing the palm of her hand against his heated, sore asscheek.

"You spanked me," he snaps.

"Oh, temper, temper. Have I annoyed you? I could stop, you know. Pull right out and go finish myself off while I watch you squirm pathetically."

"No, don't." Zhongli's voice is a little pinched. The words come too fast, too needy.

Yae hums as she considers him once more, spreading Zhongli's cheeks to stare at how his hole struggles around her cock. She presses a finger to his swollen rim, feeling how it's stretched to its limit. "You'll be good for me, then? Do as I ask?"

Zhongli's already done everything she's asked for down to moaning with exaggeration because it dulls her haughty nature. Still, he agrees, whining softly as he wriggles his hips. "Yes, just fuck me. I want this nightmare to end."

"I'm a nightmare? How rude." Yae doesn't move.

"That's not—"

"The heat then," she surmises, pressing in a finger beside the cock instead fucking him like he wants. "It must hurt." She clucks her tongue, not remotely concerned.

Finally, Yae takes pity, grabbing his asscheeks to spread them wide. She pulls back until his hole is loose around the tip. She slams back in, hard and heavy, with enough force to knock the breath from Zhongli's chest.

"Oh, oh."

"Good?" She knows that it is, rolling her hips for the perfect friction. Nails that bundle of nerves with every thrust of her cock. Yae pulls out slower, allowing the ridges of the toy to pull at his sensitive hole. She fucks back in roughly, fingers digging into the meat of his plush ass, spreading his cheeks to watch. "You should see how sweetly your cunt swallows me up."

"Mhmn, I'm—" Zhongli cries out, wheezing with the sound. He presses back against her, forcing her thrusts deeper. The cock is thick in his guts, in his throat, everywhere.

"Such a good boy for me, perfectly ripe and ready to be bred."

"Yes, yes—"

Yae moans as she grinds into him, thighs slapping against his ass. A quick look at her face shows the pink tint of her cheeks. How her eyes glow golden as she watches him writhe in the sheets. "Beg for me," she says. Zhongli knows that salty-sweet tone that leaves no room for misunderstanding. It's a demand. He'll get nothing more unless he gives in.

"Fuck me, breed me—"

"Divine." Yae's voice is low and wanton as her cunt slides against the inside of the harness. "Yes, just like that. You sound so sweet."

"Yae," he cries out, slamming back against her hips over and over. "Yae, Yae—" The cock drives into him deep, carving its way through his wet, warm insides. Shaped like a dragon, ridged and spade-headed, the perfect illusion to sate his carnal instincts that beg to be filled. "I want," he starts, his voice muffled but the sheets. "I want, gods, fuck—"

"I can't give it to you if you don't tell me." Sweet-sounding words that are only cruel.

"A clutch! Eggs. Give me—I need a clutch. I need—" Zhongli sounds woeful and pathetic as he whines and begs. He knows she can't give him a brood but there are advantages to this cock that she reserves for him alone.

Yae leans back, a lupine smile gracing her face. "Go on, then," she says, pausing, only the tip of the cock pressed just in to his entrance. "Do what you must."

Zhongli waves his hand, conjuring several egg-shaped constructs directly into the empty space inside the cock. Suddenly, the give of the length less soft, chock full of Geo eggs ready to be deposited. His heat isn't a true one but instincts are fickle things that demand being fed. He won't leave these sheets until he's full, eggs lodged high and fat in his gut.

Yae rocks into him, slowly, languidly. The eggs shift about in the cock as Zhongli's hole parts wider around them, the now irregular shape pushing around his muscles. The bulges drag over his prostrate and Zhongli drops to the bed, face first and back arching.

Thick and full. Friction. Eggs. These are the things that fill Zhongli's debauched mind. The pleasure that builds in his gut widens into intense pressure. He gasps, forcing back against the length, taking it quickly, passionately, begging to be bred.

Yae squeezes the base of the fake cock, forcing the eggs forward. As she fucks him, they slide until the first hangs at the tip, the slit tapered slit spreading open. Zhongli's thighs tense, trembling with every thrust, that round bulge heavy against his prostate before it slides right past.

And then, the first egg slips from the tip, settling deep in his guts. He cries out, claws shredding the bedsheets. Yae, for once, doesn't tease him. She leans forward, rolling her hips in a slow, gentle grind as the cock bullies the egg further until it feels as though it's high in his stomach.

"There's a good boy," she soothes. Her fingers are cool against Zhongli's warm forehead. She pets his sweaty hair, uncharacteristically soft. "Now then, another. Ease into it."

Zhongli does, lax in the bed, chest melted into the sheets as he just lays there and takes it. The second egg slips from the tip, sliding into his insides. When it meets the first they resonate, pulsing softly with Geo. He moans, drowning in silk, in the wet feel of Yae's cock thick in his ass.

His own cock twitches, hanging heavy, brushing the sheets with every shaking thrust. The third egg slips in without warning and suddenly he's too full, too tight, too much. He comes, his hole clenching tight, spraying thick come all over the soft mattress. Yae fucks him through it, praising him with genuine sweetness.

She knows, inhuman herself and prone to foxlike tendencies. She preens, grinding against her harness, finding her own pleasure as she watches Zhongli lose himself. Yae pulls out and Zhongli feels his hole gaping, slick with oil and spit. He still feels full. There is a subtle bump to his stomach where the eggs sit, pulsing softly.

"Fuck," he murmurs, looking back at her, watching Yae shove spit-covered fingers into her harness, riding her hand until she's mewling and moaning. She's quick to finish, slick gushing as she orgasms, her fingers working her clit as she rides the wave of her pleasure. "Yae, fuck—"

She leans close, offering her fingers to him, covered in her juices. Expectant. Zhongli rolls onto his back and opens his mouth, lapping around the digits, tonguing between her knuckles. She watches him with a lustful gaze, eyes bright and narrowly slit. Her gaze drops to his rounded stomach.

"Perfect for me," she says, laying her free hand against the swell. Zhongli's eyes flutter closed and his back arches again. His cock twitches with renewed interest as she slips between his legs, pressing his thighs back. His hand finds the cock that hangs between her thighs, squeezing it.

Yae's gaze turns suspiciously feral. "How many more do you think can fit?" She pets Zhongli's stomach as she asks.

The thought is dangerous to his heat-addled brain. Zhongli's breath hitches, thinking of being overstuffed. "One way to find out," he murmurs. All it takes is a wave of his hand for the cock to be full of eggs once more.

"Oh." Yae smirks, lips curling as she drags down the length of him. "Well then, you truly are a desperate thing? Don't worry, sweet one. I'll take care of you."