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Zhongli does not care for Enkanomiya. It is a place hostile to the gods, a place whose inhabitants distrusted those of the surface, of the skies. Even their ruins retain traces of that stubborn refusal, denying the power of those they would not accept. Zhongli has become separated from the Traveler's group, in the eerie false sunlight of this empty land, and in Enkanomiya that makes him nervous.
He makes his way carefully around a broad reflecting pool, aiming for the cliff up ahead. If he can reach a high vantage point, perhaps he can see where some of the others have gone. The elements are slow to respond here and he doesn't want to take chances.
Halfway to the cliff the light suddenly fails, the false sun snuffed as abruptly as a candle flame. Scattered patches of glowing plant life provide a little illumination, but most of the cavern is dark. Zhongli hurries. It's supposed to be more dangerous during the evernight.
Something slithers behind him in the grass. There's a scuffle and a clatter of rocks and then, before he can turn, something heavy hits him between the shoulders, hard enough to knock him from his feet. It lands on top of him, knocking the breath from his lungs, a hard weight pressing down on his lungs. It snarls, a half-familiar low sibilant noise, and big clawed hands close on Zhongli's arms and legs.
"Stop it," he says, sharp and commanding, even though he doubts they'll listen. "Let go." The growl that answers him is a vishap's. In the low light he can just make out the shapes of sharp snouts and bristling fins as his arms are pulled outstretched and pinned to the ground. He can't wield a weapon like this, and he hasn't had a chance to accumulate enough elemental energy to call down a meteor. He takes a deep breath, intending to call out for the Traveler's aid.
As soon as the first syllable leaves his mouth, a painful jolt of electro energy surges through him, choking off the words and leaving him gasping for breath. One of the vishaps growls as if to warn him not to try that again. It very well might be warning him not to try that again; they're certainly intelligent enough.
The one on top of him—he finds he's thinking of it as the leader—catches its claws in the back of his coat and pulls, ripping fabric with obscene ease. Its claws graze his skin but don't dig in, though they easily could. Instead they hook under the waistband of his trousers and pull harder, the fabric digging into Zhongli's skin and then giving way. When it pulls the shreds of his clothes off him, he tries again to struggle, as those claws are momentarily far enough away not to threaten, but the others clamp down harder on his wrists and ankles, pulling them taut and forcing his legs wide.
The leader noses between his thighs, licking at his balls, his cunt, the crack of his ass. Seeking something, and despite the troubling situation that exploratory touch makes his cock twitch.
When it withdraws, it hisses something that makes the others stir and hiss back in excitement. Zhongli finds himself breathing hard, all too aware of how exposed he is. Heavy claws plant themselves in the earth on either side of his ribs as the leader crouches over him. He can guess what's coming next before he feels it, something thick and rigid pressing up between the lips of his cunt.
Expecting it or not, it forces a groan out of him when the vishap pushes in, a series of short, sharp thrusts to work its way in deep. It's thick enough to stretch him wide, probably the biggest thing he's taken in this body. Is this dominance behavior? Remembering their grudge against humans so deeply that they would overpower and fuck someone they found in their territory?
Except that the vishap isn't thrusting now that it's seated deep inside him. It's making a steady, low rumble and its cock twitches, but—it ripples, a pulse pushing deep inside him, pressure that makes his back arch as he tries instinctively to ease it. Vishap claws press down on his shoulders, pinning him in place, but they don't stop his hips from lifting or react when another swelling ripple makes a whine rise in his throat. This body is so limited in its ability to fight, to accommodate... Each ripple and pulse increases the pressure between his hips, like he's being filled with something more unyielding than fluids.
Eggs, he realizes with alarm. The vishaps he knows from the surface don't deposit eggs in other species, but the ones in Enkanomiya have changed so much.... "No," he gasps, "no, stop." But the vishap queen doesn't listen, pushing another egg in to join the rest of her clutch. Zhongli's belly feels heavy and swollen, the skin stretched by the weight of the eggs. The pressure bears down against his cock from inside, leaving him awkwardly, partially hard despite his discomfort.
By the time she pulls out he feels aching and used, the cool air a jolt against the swollen lips of his cunt. That should be it, though, shouldn't it? She's done what she wanted, and now—
Another vishap settles behind him, pushing up between his legs. Zhongli squirms, but it slides right in, easy to take after the queen's ovipositor.
At least, easy to take that first push, but then this one starts to thrust like it's actually fucking him instead of mostly holding still. Zhongli struggles in the others' claws but he's no closer to escape than he was when they first pinned him down. As the second one fucks him he finds himself getting wet simply from the friction, getting harder from the way the vishap's cock rubs tender spots inside. How long has it been since he last felt so helpless? So at the mercy of something unreasoning?
After a few minutes of urgent, needy thrusting, the vishap's cock pulses, spilling come into him that's just chilly enough to make him hiss in discomfort. Zhongli winces as it pulls out, leaving him slick and exposed. Then the the grip on one of his legs shifts and another heavy body settles between his legs. Zhongli's heart sinks. They're taking turns.
The third one is another male, driving into him fast and hard as Zhongli pants through gritted teeth. To endure is his nature, the nature of stone, and he will not listen to the nagging voice in his head pointing out that water, given time, wears away stone. His cock is hard from the sensation, trapped in the ruin of his trousers where there's just enough friction to be distracting. This body is too limited and too sensitive both. He holds out in near-silence until this vishap comes, too, and then the surge of additional fluid where he's already so full wrenches a sob out of him.
The fourth is another male, bigger and slower than the ones before him—still not quite as much of a stretch as the queen, but thick and substantial, the kind of cock that would feel so satisfying if he wanted it there. Zhongli groans, trying to twist away from those demanding thrusts and salvage some shred of dignity, but the vishap is implacable. The steady pace and the way it fills his slick cunt, punishing every tender spot he can't hide, is too much to stand: he comes despite himself, clenching down on the vishap's cock, spilling into his tattered clothes. And as he comes it feels like the clutch of eggs is drawn further up inside him, lodged deep in his core and bathed in the seed of the queen's suitors.
One of the vishaps snarls, and Zhongli looks up, daring to hope for a rescue—but no, another pack of them has arrived, facing off against the ones who've been using him. They swipe at each other, spit their elemental blasts, and the one who was holding down Zhongli's left arm lets go, driven back by a shot of ice.
He pushes himself up and tips his head back so the sound might carry. "Help!" he shouts. "Help me! I—"
Another vishap, one breathing frost, pounces on him and forces him down again. It has its claws at his nape, holding him helpless while the others of the first pack back down and are replaced by the newcomers arranging him to their liking.
They pin him with his head and shoulders pressed to the ground, his legs tucked under him to make room for his swollen belly—and present him like an animal in heat. Their queen prowls around him, licks the tender lips of his cunt and the spread crack of his ass. She presses close behind him, and Zhongli cries out as she forces her thick, blunt ovipositor into his asshole, preparing to start filling that too.
Shame washes hot through his limbs as that new pressure makes the first clutch feel unbearable all over again. It's too much already, but it's going to be so much more. He can only hope the Traveler finds him soon.