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“No…” That deep voice whispers a denial in the gloom.
Childe’s shoes click against the ground, Zhongli scrambling to his feet. The opera house is dead silent, with no one else present. The meddlesome traveler got sent flying, told to get the guards. A distraction, a way so that she gets to have time with Zhongli. Her own time in the sun, and it is almost at an end.
Zhongli, hoping to protect the land, even now, stands before her. What a perfect opportunity.
“There, there, just look at you.”
His immaculate attire is tattered, half-scorched to pieces by Electro, other scraps of cloth stuck to him by blood seeping out of his wounds. Sweaty, with the red around his eyes running from his tears. Flushed and needy. She can taste the fear in the air and she looks forward to soothing it. Ah, how does he shine!
Ripe for the taking.
“Aias, this isn’t you—” The former Archon protests desperately. He holds a hand out, not to block her, but in an attempt to summon a weapon to defend himself against her. It is wreathed in shining gold, a symbol of the power he still can draw on to protect himself.
Ah. Poor Zhongli. He doesn’t realize the price of power. Even the Gods eventually succumb, weakened by the energy they draw on. He does not have his Gnosis anymore, he will break against her crashing tides, understand that she only wants best for him in his twilight years.
The spear fizzles against the Abyssal energies around her. Once, her Vision had been the only weapon she had, her sole defense against the dark, but to no avail. She had left with scars hardened into armor, dark marks engraved on her very soul, a gravity deep enough to draw in all light. Here, she devours that light
They have circled each other for months, their orbits slowly collapsing until a collision was inevitable. Every time, they would crush their bodies against each other, desire a heady brew as they would get closer, and closer to a climax. Again, and again. And yet, every time, they have been pulled apart, much to Childe’s seething emotion. Oh, it has been a kaledioscope of feelings: grief, despair, rage. It has been the Abyss that soothed her aching heart, allowed her to bide her time until their next meeting.
All she wants is to conquer the earth, and what could be more perfect than Zhongli himself?
“All you have to do is,” He seems to anticipate needing to do something monstrous. After all, he is dealing with the Abyss. Too bad that he is also dealing with Childe, and what she wants is— “Cry for your mommy.” Aias says the words ever-so-sweetly, letting them rumble out against his neck.
Zhongli chokes at that order, as she slides a tongue against the shell of his ear. Aias can feel the Abyssal energy seeping into him, how the numbing burn leaves nothing but shivering need. She knows how it feels, she experienced it as a young girl herself, filling her up and empowering every fiber of her being.
“My… what?”
“You’ve never had a mommy, Zhongli? Isn’t that just precious!” Aias laughs. Oh, this is going to be delicious. “That’s okay. I’ll take care of you. Bring you into the shade and let you rest in my arms.”
Of course, he struggles like he is an unruly babe, objecting to the need to rest.
Her armor is both her shell and her body, dyed in hues of the stormy night. A tug and one plate vanishes away, exposing the small swell of a breast, perched on top of muscle. Moon pale against the darkness. Zhongli stares, those golden eyes wide, cheeks as rosy as the dawn.
“Go on, sweetheart. You must be hungry after that fight.”
He tries to fight it, squirming and fussing like a child. His head jerks away, trying to look away until she forces him to turn his head back. She strokes her claws against his cheek, waiting for him to open his mouth.
She has seen her younger siblings be just as stubborn, she knows how to work with reluctant children. There is an old instinct to root, and brushing a finger along his cheek has him jerking his head away, shaking that beautiful tail of hair to and fro. Pinching his nostrils and waiting works far better, sliding her aching nipple between his lips.
When he finally latches onto her nipple, he chomps down with sharp teeth, leaving twin crescent bite marks as he tries to jerk away. He may think of it as defiance but it feels so good.
The pain is a welcome spice, and finally having his mouth on her is bliss. He doesn’t even realize it when he gets the first taste, his white pupils suddenly winking into black as he begins to give in. He tries to jerk his head away one last time, but she keeps his head to her breast, stroking at the back of his head.
The sophoric milk has a heady quality to it as he continues to pull milk from her. Zhongli’s eyes flutter shut, his mouth tightening around the nipple. Gorgeous.
As Zhongli suckles, emptying her tit, Aias watches the change come over him. A full body shudder, Zhongli shifts his legs uncomfortably, straddling one of her muscular thighs. She can feel the slide of his hips against her, how his cock is stiffening against her. Idly, she strokes at his hair, pulling away the clip and petting at him. Pretty lines of dawn red, welts blossom on his skin in the wake of her claws. She slides her talons downward, delicately cutting open his clothes to expose his nethers. His thighs clamp together, trying to hide his arousal, but she can feel that heat there, slick heat beginning to drip from the hole behind his fattened clit as the milk takes hold.
There, a heady sensation floods her, each tug sharing Zhongli’s thoughts with her. He longs, he fights, but a corner of his mind is feral, already steeped in her power and addicted to her. How sweet, how perfect.
Childe lets out a shaky moan, her body trembling in harmony with Zhongli as she feels what he is. Fear, and hot, heavy lust that pools in his stomach even as he attempts to smother it. A contract to protect Liyue, and nothing will stand in his way.
But that contract is null, after his relinquishment of the Gnosis. He is no longer protected by Celestia’s light, making him for free game for her.
She rubs the tip of her cock against the folds of his cunt, smiling as he trembles. Muscular legs flex, struggling between clamping his legs shut, and spreading out as beautiful, dark light eclipses his radiance.
Enough of the teasing, her appetite has been sharpened razor-fine.
Ah, it makes her hunger to claim him as he continues to drink, as she coaxes his hips up, lining his eager, dripping hole with her cock.
It is so good, heat smoldering in her belly, feeling how it seeps into every crack and crevice of his body. His emotions flow effortlessly into her mind, a dizzying cocktail that becomes all the more turbulent as her own lust and adoration pours into him.
Every inch of him that is painted by her trembles before it becomes a midnight darkness, overtaken by a numbing bliss.
The rush is dangerous, coating his stomach and his guts from both ends. He knows that it can not be blocked, that he is unable to resist. As the sun must set, its absence the herald of the night, so is darkness the nursemaid. Childe can feel him hum and shudder, trying to fight off the heady pleasure crawling into him.
The last thing Zhongli can think of before the tide swallows him up is how the heat of Childe’s body sets off a chain reaction. His body clenches, heady, tight, even as his eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed by sensation, and that, ah, that has her spilling inside of him again.
As the buzz of climax fades, Zhongli is slumped against her, drool and milk dripping from his mouth. She spreads her hand across his stomach, a broad smile on her face as his lips part in a moan.
The riptide mark glows on his stomach confirms that her plans have begun. Anchored by Hydro, there is now the beginnings of water inside of him. In time, there will be a fount, a proper womb that will allow Aias to fulfill her promise to him. But until then, she gathers the former Archon in her arms, purring as she steps into the shadows.
After all, it would do no good for the huntress to risk their young.
*
Mate, mate, mate.
Where is she? The Abyssal creature circles the warm, comfortable room, ill at ease. She is not where he thought she would be, their young sit in their shells, blissfully unaware of her absence. Loneliness comes so quickly here in the Abyss. Will their children ease that feeling? Not for a long time. Even when they hatch, they will not be able to converse for a time. His mate needs to return, or else he will go mad.
He rubs at his throat for a moment, the soft flesh yielding against his long nails. It would be so easy… If it were not for the gilded stone that his darling, abhorred and adored, had coaxed him to wear when she had been feeding him.
Movement. Home? As he peers into the gloom, a singular sphere flashes in the dark, his heart leaping. One of the headiest things of her return is just how he can feel her even when she is not touching him, as long as she is near. All they need is each other’s glow upon the other.
Her sweetheart pouts, staring up at her with those big, needy eyes. They are such an alien color in the dark corners of the world, like lanterns guiding her home. She leans down and steals a kiss from his lips, giggling at how he chases after her with unhappy chirps and trills that are only silenced if she is able to scoop him up in her arms.
Pity he is having such a hard time, unable to properly speak at the moment. He is still getting used to a throat that can sing in the Abyss, his voice accustomed to vocal cords that do not fill a room with sighs and tears. Aias is doing her best to make their home comfortable, but that still takes time. The stone has been polished smooth, and there is a large bed, full of blankets and books. She even has brought back tea and a kettle, something so that he could keep himself warm when she is away from their den.
Gently, she picks him up, setting him on her lap. “Aw, sweetie. Are you hungry, or just horny?”
His pretty hands resting on her thighs says more than enough for that. He leans up, his lips brushing against her jaw before she retreats back, laughing softly.
“Such a naughty thing. Professor, you know you have to use your words if you want me to fill you up like that.”
At least, that’s what Aias tries to do. She wants him to articulate exactly how he wants to be claimed, to make him admit how much he desires this, and get him used to talking with new vocal cords. But there are just too many times the man is so messy, his hole leaking so much that she has to plug it up with her cock to get it to stop messing up the bedsheets.
This is one of those times, Zhongli rocking himself against her knee and leaving a trail of slick on the chitin of her armor. What sort of mate would she be if she didn’t oblige? He is so open and willing, moaning into her ear as she takes care of him.
Every time he is filled up, the light of her power glows even through his stomach, and his eyes glow like miniature suns, his black pupils turning the gold irises into a glorious corona. That voice raises into song, a deep, low whale’s wail as she holds him close.
How is someone so cute?
“I guess I’ll just have to listen to you talk like a normal person again. I do enjoy hearing you.”
“Ah—“ his throat has been so ravaged by the changes, that he can barely get syllables out in the tongue of the dark. But he can speak as he once was, singing to their young about the world as it once was, what it will be.
He is such a perfect mate for her, as she is for him. Their children will swarm the deep, piercing the fragile shell of the world. And finally, the world will see the light of the stars.