Clipped and repenting, but not really

by Anonymous

Summary:

After losing to Nibelung, Phanes has two options; Bear his children or serve as an experiment.

Notes:

There's a stunning lack of egg fics featuring Phanes, you know, the egg dude. I had to do something about that

Chapter 1

For a moment, all of Phanes’ sensations were void. Then came the loud crushing sounds, and a constant, agonizing ringing in their ears. Following, came the intense pain, and the feeling of bones snapping. 

 

Phanes couldn’t even move out of the way when rubble and boulders from the torn earth threatened to flatten them. The petrifying agony left them only able to pray to a god higher than themself. 

 

Feeling slowly returned in most of Phanes’ limbs, it was in horror they realised that they could not sense one of their wings at all. They tried with all their might to lift their hand, desperate to check if the wing was simply numb, or if it had been completely ripped off. Breathing was a task, fluctuating between slow, weak breaths, and quick, hoarse gasps.

 

Dread settled through Phanes’ body, this wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to win this war and turn Teyvat into an oasis in the dying cosmos. Phanes forced their eyes open, hoping for a shade to come get them, to revive any hope. 

 

All there was to see was the cheering dragons quickly surrounding the dent in the mountain, where they had fallen. Truly realizing what was happening, tears formed in their ducts.

 

They had lost.

 

The last thing Phanes saw before passing out was the massive form of Nibelung landing, proud, near them.

 

The stinging pain had not subsided when Phanes reawakened. They were surprised they even awoke. The ground was hard, metallic and cold, there was no comfort to find by continuing laying splayed out on the ground, even as injured as they were, Phanes could not stay still for long. 

 

Though the suffering had not lessened, being able to actually move was quite the welcome surprise. Seeing as one of their legs was twisted in an unnatural way, Phanes did not even attempt standing.

 

Supporting themself on the leg that was somewhat normal looking, Phanes investigated the state of their body. Instinctively, the first area they inspected was the wing aching the most. Phanes almost puked seeing the state of the thing; It had been torn to the stump. 

 

Carefully, they felt what was left of those feathers they loved grooming until they shone. Bloodsoaked and damaged, that was all there was left.

 

Had their throat not been completely dry, Phanes would have let out a glass-piercing scream. Out of sheer misery and frustration, they hit their fist against their thigh, staring in disbelief when the hand was painted red from the deep lashes on their leg. How could they have been struck that hard.

 

Phanes hunched over, on the verge of sobbing their eyes out. They only caused the ache to increase in their upper arms when they gripped themself tight. They winced when their shaking caused their balance to shift more onto their bad leg.

 

After what felt like an eternity of self-pity, misery and pain, the sound of footsteps echoed through the chamber Phanes had been placed in. Phanes looked around wildly, searching all over the room for anything that could be an exit.

 

The sound came from outside, but close enough for it to only be a few seconds away from entering.

 

They deeply hoped it was one of their shades coming to save them. If their hunch was correct, it must have been Ronova. Naberius and Istaroth preferred going barefoot, and Asmoday chose to float wherever she went. Ronova wore heels, the clacking could only be hers.

 

A place in the chrome walls, far from where Phanes was sitting, opened seamlessly. Phanes did not immediately recognise the person strutting through, but when the individual came closer, they identified him quickly.

 

Dragon king Nibelung.

 

Phanes stumbled into a defensive position, placing the one wing they had left higher, in a pathetic attempt to look intimidating. The change of balance, however, caused them to crash towards the cold, hard floor.

 

Phanes was lucky that their arm’s condition was well enough to catch themself, before they cracked their skull open. They hadn’t even stood when they fell, but their body was so weak that it would not make any difference.

 

Scrambling back into a sitting position, Phanes instead covered their body with their wing, and backed away from Nibelung as much as their injuries would allow. Nibelung kept approaching, and the world seemed a little scarier.

 

He grabbed Phanes’ jaw with more force than necessary. With Nibelung standing above them, holding their face tightly, they felt impossibly small. To think that the conqueror would end up scared in their victim’s grasp, the Phanes of yesterday would have laughed.

 

The terrified trembling was pure humiliation for them. Nibelung could do anything to them in this state, and Phanes would be helpless to resist. The king squatted down to meet their eyes. The sound of barely suppressed grunting of pure hatred was rumbling from deep inside him.

 

“Do you feel any guilt at all?” Asked Nibelung. Phanes wasn’t sure what to respond. On one hand, if they were being honest with themself, they did not regret slaughtering and mutilating those lizards at all. 

 

A means to an end, a beautiful garden for humanity. Paradise.

 

On the other hand, they feared Nibelung would see right through them, if they lied and claimed to feel remorse for the lives they had taken. Phanes took a deep breath.

 

“I do.”  They lied through their teeth, their response sounded pathetic with how mangled their throat and mouth was. Nibelung narrowed his human eyes, and Phanes pondered why he had chosen that form.

 

“Do you seek forgiveness?”

 

“I do.” Another lie, Phanes couldn’t care less if any of the dragons saw them in a better light, they just wanted any slim chance to create humanity. Nibelung leaned closer to them, and without thinking, they backed off, only to be pulled even closer, tightly by their arm.

 

“If you make up for your crimes, you will be freed from this cage. You will leave Teyvat and you will never come back, never hurt any of my people.” Phanes swallowed nervously. 

 

“And what does ‘redemption’ mean here?” They snarked, doing their best to hide the terror in their soul.

 

Nibelung moved even closer to Phanes. They could feel his breath against their ear, ragged due to sheer hate. “Carry as many dragons as you have slayed, or rot in here. Your body is still in need of studying, you were not meant to survive that blow.”

 

Phanes froze. That was their options? Really? They wrapped their arms around their legs, wrapping their wing even tighter against their body.It might not shield them from the cold nor would it protect against a potential attack, but the illusion that it did was enough.

 

Suddenly, Nibelung’s human shape made sense.

 

Never could they foresee such an ultimatum, but it was not long they pondered their choice. The first choice was perverted and disgusting, without a doubt, but if only they could somehow reach out to Naberius, the child Phanes would carry could be manipulated in utero.

 

It could become human. Maybe Nibelung would rage at it, but Phanes could simply excuse the human appearance as their part of the genetic code, 'You can't expect a child born of two people donning human forms to look anything other than human, can you?'. The complicated part would be getting to meet up with Naberius, if she had not been killed that is.

 

Oh, and the conception. That was going to be awkward. And the birth. That too.

 

If Phanes chose to be studied, they had no doubts that they would not receive any sort of sedatives for what would most likely be painful procedures. Why would the dragons offer them that kindness? All Phanes had done was ruin their lives.

 

The pain they would suffer would definitely not be gentle, no matter what they chose. It was just a question of which fate they could endure, which pain would leave them most unscathed.

 

“I will take on the role of… Making the dragon race flourish,” Phanes spoke confidently, careful not to sound too excited, Nibelung should not get the wrong impression of their relationship, “But I want a say in how. Else, I’ll kill myself, and you will get nothing out of me.” They added. There was no way Phanes could give up control, especially now. Their dream was so close. So far.

 

Nibelung stood up, notably tall, Phanes noticed, embarrassed that they felt a little excited knowing he would enter them later. “Fine,” He grumbled, “What do you want?” Phanes’ answer was immediate. 

 

“I want to know about my shades, are they alive? Can I see them?” Nibelung rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 

“I assume you mean your four little usurpers? They are alive, yes. I can’t risk you interacting with any of them, I have absolutely no reason to trust you.” Phanes scoffed at his harsh words, but couldn’t defend themself. 

 

Had their beautiful, utopic planet been invaded by a bloodthirsty alien, that from their perspective sought nothing more than bloodshed and carnage, Phanes would not even give them a chance of an ultimatum, and definitely would not place any sort of trust in them post-war.

 

No, the war isn’t all over, Phanes reminded themself. They might have lost this battle, but they absolutely could not quit now. Without the goal of winning, they were nothing but a bird migrating to a place that had never existed in the first place. 

 

Phanes internally scoffed, could they even compare their form to a bird’s, now that their wings had been mutilated and clipped? The very act of huffing caused great pain in their throat.

 

“Fine,” Phanes groaned “Then I will kill myself now.” They threatened. Nibelung looked ready to tear their other wing clean off their body, stuff it in their throat and watch them suffocate on their own gore.

 

“You can see one, only one, only for a short time, afterwards. Supervised, of course.” Nibelung gave in. “Are you going to kill yourself, if I want to get our deal started now?” He mocked, impatient and agitated. 

 

Fine, Phanes could only hope Naberius had mastered her powers enough to get it done quickly.

 

“No, but with how broken my body is, I do not believe your young will survive long enough for eggshells to even form!” Phanes lowered their wing to reveal their canvas of still-bleeding injuries. As if Nibelung hadn’t seen them before.

 

“I will check on your body’s state tomorrow. Try to not bleed out.” Nibelung stated, walking out of the “cage” in a manner more regal than the king of heaven. Phanes lay down on their stomach, wincing harshly due to the gash on their belly. It was better than leaning on their mangled wing, though. 

 

Thinking more about the situation, they surprised themself with the near giddy excitement of tomorrow. Phanes had to admit, Nibelung wasn’t bad looking at all, and unless he planned to harm them further, they were going to have plenty of time to regain their strength.

 

The scraps of their torn and bloody clothes would make a fine pillow for tonight. Phanes had not realized how exhausted they were, due to the stinging pain, it just made sleep come easier to them.

Chapter 2

Summary:

Phanes suffers, but at least they get fingered too!

A cleaving headache woke Phanes, their body felt feverish and slow. They blinked their eyes, trying in vain to focus their sight. Not that there was much to focus on in such a monochrome room as this. 

 

The state of their body was notably better, but still far from healed, far from even slightly decent. At least they weren’t spilling their blood all over the place, Phanes comforted themself. 

 

Instinctively looking up to the ceiling to spot the time of day, they met with the disappointing sight of a stale, white roof. Probably as cold as it looked. Phanes peeled the crust off a wound on their side, the cloth had been so torn, they didn’t even need to move it.

 

They were hungry, they realized, holding the shriveled shell of their own injury. Had they been any more desperate, they would have peeled the scabs off their body and devoured it. Catching themself in such a filthy thought, Phanes mocked themself.

 

Surely Nibelung would feed them, what good would a starving incubator be? The thirst was overwhelming as well. The taste of their withered tongue in their mouth was disgusting, as if they were finely sampling their own horrid breath.

 

Phanes would have to swallow their pride, and beg Nibelung for basic necessities when the time came, they could only pray he would heed their pleas. 

 

Phanes studied the leg that was bent awkwardly, they’d also have to convince Nibelung to pick a position that would not strain, or god forbid, damage the leg further. Phanes scooted against the wall before standing up, leaning against it, and struggled to balance on their good leg. They felt like an ant in a jar too smooth to crawl on.

 

At least the remaining wing was on the same side of their body as the normal leg, it made their body the slightest bit more stable. Phanes concluded that the final attack must have hit the left side of their body the hardest, their wing either facing the brunt of the damage, or they hit the mountainside feathers first.

 

Maybe Nibelung would fill them in on that, maybe he’d laugh at them, worst of all, maybe he would remain stoic, not giving Phanes the satisfaction of seeing him hurt and angry. Phanes was a malicious vampire, feeding off the joy of their people, and burning hate of their enemies.

 

Phanes snapped out of their thoughts when their bad leg had grazed the wall accidentally. Phanes winced, they had to do something about it. They slid down on the floor again, their body was too exhausted to keep standing anyway.

They wrapped one hand against their knee and placed the other around their ankle. Phanes took a deep breath, hoping their body was both strong, yet weak enough for this. Strong enough to place the leg back to its place, weak enough to let it be twisted.

 

The wet crunch was a disgusting sound, and the pain shot back, more piercing than before. Phanes bit their chapped lips to keep quiet. They didn’t know how many beasts, if any, were roaming around outside their cell, let alone if they could hear their sobs.

 

The leg looked… Not fine, but better, definitely better. A prettier limb than their wing, that was for sure. Phanes worried about the risk of infection, the room was entirely bare and blank, nothing to treat their wounds with, nothing to even bandage them with.

 

Swaddling their wing stump with their clothing was absolutely not a choice. Dirt, blood and filth Phanes had yet to decipher coated their garments, like deadly mold growing on an apple. Even when starving, one cannot risk eating the fruit.

 

Whatever bacteria existed on this planet was already worming into every open crevice in their body, they could feel it, and they feared it. Their value came from what they could offer their future humans, and their rotting body would not assist them.

 

Phanes slumped further, there was nothing they could do, other than await the footsteps of the dragon king. Staying awake was not going to bring their fever down, and they feared if they stared too long at the blank walls, a stuck, sad god would reveal themself.

 

Falling back asleep did not come easy to them, every time they felt they were about to doze off, a sharp pain impaled their every thought, and Phanes’ body would twist and shudder, awaking what part of their mind had found rest.

 

It had been in the middle of another fruitless attempt that the cage opened up suddenly. Phanes flinched, had they really been too exhausted to notice his heels clacking through the halls? Nibelung searched over their body superficially.

 

“Your body seems to be in a better state.” He commented, today his tone was flat and direct, the rage from the prior day was still burning hot as it had been for the last many years of war, but he had more control over his voice.

 

“Not thanks to you.” Phanes grumbled hoarsely, they were really pushing what patience Nibelung had for them. He clenched his fist before taking a few deep breaths, and letting the hand relax again.

 

“You still look horrible.” Nibelung stated. Phanes sent him a harsh glare.

 

“Do you expect me to look hot in the aftermath of a war? I don’t even have water!” They hacked. 

 

“I will prepare a bath for you, and you will receive basic necessities. My children cannot be harmed by your fatigue. Besides, you look too repulsive like this, caked in filth, in your current state, I have no desire to even touch you.” Assured Nibelung, red colour briefly painted across his cheeks. 

 

Nibelung was way kinder than Phanes would have been in his situation. If they were to be invaded, Phanes would probably strip them of their mind and memories, leaving only feelings of misery and despair the guilty would never be able to understand nor overcome.

 

Phanes would have burst into a fit of giggles if not for their outburst of coughs replacing them. They were doing their part, and they could only wish for some kind of way to tell Naberius to practice her life manipulation a little. The desperate plot was going according to plan for now.

 

Nibelung briefly left the room to talk with what was most likely a royal servant. He came back moments later, first looking at them with a disgusted expression, then turned back into his proud, cold demeanor.

 

He pushed his long sleeves over his hand, like a glove, and grabbed Phanes’ arm near their elbow. That was the first time he had touched them without also going for the kill. Phanes watched how the blues, whites and golds of Nibelung’s sleeves were quickly stained a little by the blood from the open wound in their upper arm.

 

Whenever the fabric brushed the wound, it stung so bad, Phanes wanted to throw up. Nibelung pulled them off the floor and towards the mechanism hidden in the wall. Phanes carefully studied how he opened the door.

 

It seemed to be a sort of scanner hidden by the metallic walls, it only opened after Nibelung put his hand against it. It was for sure secured so that Phanes couldn't imitate the action and slip away back into Teyvat. The dragons were much more technologically advanced than they had thought.

 

They were pulled roughly through halls a lot more lively than their cell. Geometric shapes in all colours painted the walls like a bouquet of royal splendor. Phanes’ leg could not support their weight, so they had to half stumble, half hop through the empty corridors. 

 

They felt unfathomably small like this, limping across passages clearly meant to host large dragons. After what must have been an eternity, Nibelung turned a corner and sat Phanes down on the floor. How humiliating. The door to the room was immediately closed by a servant.

 

Phanes looked around the room, large pools of water were being filled, releasing a calming steam. The place was massive, dusted windows barely allowed light to shine through. Anemo aligned dragons blew away the dirt that had seemingly accumulated for years.

 

“This was a popular place a long time ago. Then you came, and the regulars are either dead or terrified.” Nibelung sent them a cold look.

 

It took everything in Phanes to not blurt out ‘Good to be back in business’. They were not so stupid as to insult the people Nibelung loved the most. They just remained quiet, making themself look regretful.

 

When Phanes’ sweat started dripping from the warm steam, they took notice of the way it made clean streaks on their otherwise unclean skin. A servant delivered a glass of water to them before scrambling back and shaking her wings out of fear.

 

Phanes simply smiled at her, and she flew panicked up to a pillar, watching them intensely. Nibelung stuck a finger dangerously close to a wound, threatening them to behave, and the servant dragon laughed nervously.

 

“What are you waiting for, didn’t you want a bath?” Nibelung scowled and prodded Phanes’ back with his shoe, revealing the bath that was now full. Phanes sat at the edge of it, embarrassed of being seen naked by a room full of people who despised them.

 

They sucked up the humiliation, and was glad to finally be rid of the disgusting robe. The hot water on their body was scalding Phanes, and filled every open wound in their body. It did not take long before the clear pool water became cloudy with dirt and grime.

 

Phanes shuddered as they further descended. The pain that had slightly dimmed during their “sleep” had returned tenfold. They stuck their head under the water and screamed their lungs out. At least their face was cleaned when they reemerged.

 

Despite feeling boiled, the comfort of being able to scrub and clean themself was also very much present. The blood that had clotted and dried in their hair and feathers were a separate problem. Vaguely, Phanes heard another entering the room.

 

Phanes couldn’t bring themself to care about whatever chitchat the woman that entered and Nibelung were discussing. They floated on their back in the water, and it almost felt like flying. Normally, they would be concerned about waterlogging their wings, but it wasn't like they would ever fly normally again anyway, and the water was too shallow to drown in.

 

After a while, Phanes’ body adjusted to the temperature of the water, and began to drift into a sleep-like state. The murmurs of Nibelung and his guest still sounded distantly. Phanes snapped back to reality when Nibelung grabbed their wing, the only part of them he could reach without getting water on his garments. Curse Phanes’ impressive wingspan!

 

Nibelung placed them in the shallow most part of the pool, not paying attention to Phanes’ complaining. 

 

“Hah, and it looked even worse before?” Mocked Nibelung’s green friend. Phanes recognized her; Apep. She had cowered into hiding after they stole her authority. Phanes felt like the coward now.

 

“Believe it or not.” Was Nibelung’s response, his tone was clearly more cheery when accompanied by her. He shifted the hand on Phanes’ wing to their jaw, forcing eye contact even with their back turned. Phanes shuddered when an arm wrapped around their waist.

 

“Cut it out. I merely need to inspect the conditions of your insides.” Nibelung sighed. Phanes blushed and spread their legs a little, admittedly turned on. In anticipation, they captured one of his fingers in their mouth and bit, not nearly hard enough to draw blood. 

 

At the same time, Nibelung slipped a finger inside Phanes’ vagina. They bit harder as they tightened. 

 

“There doesn’t seem to be any internal bleeding or wounds.” Reported Nibelung, tracing his fingers in and out of Phanes repeatedly. Apep sat beside him, watching his slow movements. Her blush was obvious, she probably wished to be in Phanes’ position.

 

“You don’t know that for sure, you’re barely in it. See the wound on its stomach? They could very well have damaged parts vital for childbearing.” She pointed out. Nibelung nodded.

 

“So do I… Go deeper?” He asked. Apep sighed.

 

“Or you could do a scan. We have the technology.” She chewed him out. Nibelung’s face reddened, but his finger kept going. Phanes captured his hand between their legs. He could easily pull his hand away. He chose not to. 

 

Apep and Nibelung kept discussing how their body should be checked. Phanes felt like they were going to go insane with the intense pleasure. At some point, Nibelung covered their mouth to prevent the potential moans from escaping.

 

The uncaring hand of their enemy picked up the pace and went deeper into Phanes. The way his fingers slid perfectly across their walls was almost hypnotising. Phanes was glad they didn’t choose the lab rat option.

 

Phanes didn’t know how long the unrelenting pleasure went on for, but when the slammed shut behind Apep, Nibelung pulled them out of the water, and onto his lap. He buried his face in the space between Phanes’ shoulder and neck.

 

He added another finger inside them, and set the rhythm even faster. Phanes shuddered as the pleasure became too much, finally reaching climax. They panted hard. 

 

Phanes could feel how hard Nibelung was, and how he subconsciously rutted against them. Phanes just slumped back, fingers still inside them. 

 

They’d deal with everything else tomorrow, their body was too spent on anything else today.

Notes:

The yellow wallpaper refrence, am I goated now

Chapter 3

Summary:

The dumb losers (/pos) finally get it on.

Notes:

The sex is consentual, but Nibe is pretty damn violent and Phanes doesn't have the best time.... For the most part...

Awaking to a hand being shoved into their mouth wasn’t exactly how Phanes desired their morning to start. They coughed and spat the invading fingers out of their throat.

“Ugh! What’s your problem!?” Phanes scolded, sitting up. Same bland, white room as before.

“Simple, I had to wake you.” Nibelung crossed his arms and dried his hand on his pant leg.

“There are nicer ways of doing that, you-”

“I have brought painkillers for you. I can’t promise the mating process to be pleasurable.” Nibelung interrupted. He held out a gently glowing pill, most likely a thing of phlogiston, and a roughly made cup of water. 

When Phanes stretched their arm to accept, they noticed how much of the agony had dampened. Far from painless of course, but better nonetheless. The baths must’ve had some kind of healing effect.

They swallowed the pills quickly, stuck somewhere in between nervous and excited. Phanes still didn’t know whether Naberius still held her powers, and even if she did, how could they carry out their delusional plan with Nibelung’s watchful eyes on them?

Phanes plopped back down on the floor. Their new colourful robes splayed out like a vibrant tapestry. The royal concubine should, of course, be eyecatching. The clothes were pretty, Phanes had to admit, but it also served as a beautiful reminder of just how little freedom they now had.

The freedom that was shot down from the sky.

“I suppose it’s time?” Phanes asked lazily, checking the new bandages around their wrist. Nibelung did not respond, they knew the answer anyway. A low rumble echoed the room, the walls shifting in strange geometric patterns. 

Phanes was reminded of how much they actually missed Asmoday, all of their shades for that matter. The previous days, they had fleeting thoughts about them only, except Naberius, the agony was keeping them dense. This was all a really bad idea, wasn’t it?

Just how the entrance to the room seamlessly appeared before, a large cubic column burst out, almost hitting Phanes in the face. Nibelung’s quiet giggles was proof enough that it was his doing. 

Phanes sat up and leaned against it, mumbling ancient curse words under their breath. Nibelung patted on the surface above them, as if they were a dog in need of assistance. The strain of Phanes’ body showed itself when doing a task as simple as sitting up on a strange cubic table.

Nibelung propped a leg over his shoulder and shoved the robes up, exposing Phanes’ stomach. Only then did Phanes realize that they had not been granted underwear. If they had worn undergarments, by now they would have been soaked anyway.

Nibelung licked down the thigh he had hoisted, a draconic tongue such as his could easily wrap around almost half the girth of Phanes’ leg. Phanes trembled as the tongue came creeping closer to their waiting crotch.

Phanes lay back down on the smooth marble, and flapped their wing lightly to cool their steadily increasing body heat. They shut their eyes tightly when they felt the wet tongue against their entrance. 

For a moment, Nibelung barely moved. Likely asking himself how he ended up in between his enemy’s legs, if Phanes was to guess. Slowly, the tongue poked into them, and Phanes shuddered, clenching their fists hard.

The lapping reached deep into them, much deeper than humble fingers could reach. Their soft, pink walls welcomed Nibelung like a beloved guest. The only reason Phanes did not make any sounds this time, is because they know Nibelung will see it as a sign of victory.

When Nibelung moved his tongue gently, that self-imposed task became significantly harder. Phanes grabbed onto Nibelung’s horns for any kind of stability, arching heavily. Humiliation struck deep as they realized that they had just climaxed because of his nemesis.

Phanes’ other leg was grabbed with bruising strength, Nibelung had dug a finger under their bandages. A shrill whine echoed through the room. Nibelung retracted his tongue, sampling the taste of the Usurper as if they were a fine wine. The dragon leaned over them, so close that Phanes could feel his hot breath.

“Just because you lay with the king, it does not make you a queen.” He said coldly. As if he wasn't all red in the face.

“Whatever, I prefer more masculine leaning titles anyway.” Phanes quipped back, words slurred a little. Nibelung pulled his pants off, quickly and messily. Struggling with the finer details of the human body.

“Quite the length, I gotta admit!” Phanes praised, genuinely impressed. In their young adulthood, they often indulged in meaningless one night stands, but witnessing such a size was rare. But then again, none of those men (or women, Phanes was not one to discriminate!) had been mighty dragon kings, expecting them to match him was just plain unfair.

Nibelung scoffed, focusing his attention on lining up to their vagina. 

“Last chance to back out, fiend.” He announced, not faltering in his starting contest with Phanes’ pussy. Phanes swallowed their nervousness.

“Don’t think I can’t handle you.” They sneered, laughing off their building fear. Nibelung definitely wouldn’t be kind to them, they could only hope the painkillers would kick in in time.

The pressure slowly gliding into Phanes’ heat was maddening. This was happening. This was really happening. Nibelung savoured the tight, soft walls that gave no resistance as he sunk deeper into them.

The overwhelming sensation inside Phanes was relentless as the entirety of Nibelung’s dick was snugly inserted. The stretch was tremendous, and Phanes let out a sharp gasp. No point in fighting back now, Nibelung had already won their one-sided competition. 

With a shaking hand, they felt the part of their stomach where the cock was visible. Phanes’ eyes opened wide when they could see it slowly moving out, and then slammed in without holding back.

Phanes screamed.

Tears quickly sprung from their eyes like a harsh downpour. It fucking hurt. Not all of their previous lovers had been gentle to them, but nothing they ever did ripped Phanes’ insides apart. 

Nibelung stopped in his tracks and stared at them in a questioning manner; that was his odd way of asking if they were relatively alright. Not that he cared much about Phanes’ safety, simply that his young could not thrive in a hurting body, and his people would not accept a rapey king.

“Keep going, I’m stronger than that!” Phanes stuttered, holding back even more sobs as they spoke. They couldn’t back down now, else paradise would never be conceived. If they didn’t go through with it, they couldn’t see Naberius, their shades would be lonely and afraid.

Immediately, Nibelung resumed his thrusts, and every time wet slickness and blood would spill out of Phanes. In tact with the painkillers kicking in, pleasure began to take root. Phanes was sure it was a side effect of the drug, there was no way the brutal penetration caused it.

Whether natural or not, Phanes did not try to fight it. No matter where it came from, it served as relief. Nibelung traced over their soft feathers, a stark contrast to the harsh way he treated their body.

“Even slikier than the wings of young anemo vishaps…” He mumbled absentmindedly, his tone was soft for a change. Unnerving. His eyes were wide open, staring right through them.

“There’s not many of them left.” The hand around Phanes’ wing tightened, almost enough to break the hollow bones.

Phanes flapped the wing in a useless attempt to push Nibelung’s hand away. Nibelung’s mind was still in shambles after losing so many of his people, so many of his friends. He felt so, so very broken, delivering payback to the perpetrator would put him back together.

So much for not stressing Phanes’ body. There was not much Phanes’ weak arms could do against the strong hands that slowly crushed their remaining wing.

“What’s wrong with you, it’ll break!” They screamed, panic distorting their begs. By some miracle sent by a god higher than Phanes themself, Nibelung let go of the wing, and picked up the pace of the thrusts instead. Still, his hand didn’t leave their body.

That was good enough, it still hurt, but at least a limb wasn’t moments away from being torn off their body. Besides, when the ache in the wing subsided, the pleasure became much more apparent.

“If you do that again, I’ll rip my uterus out.” Phanes threatened, though they didn’t sound convincing at all. At this point they were slowly being submerged in pleasure, a little more, and they’d drown in it. Nibelung’s gaze still carried that strange, crazed look.

“No, you won’t.” He called out their bluff. Before Phanes could defend their threat, Nibelung grabbed them by the throat, and threw them to the hard floor. The crack of their skull and back was terrifying.

Phanes’ legs, which were still around Nibelung’s hips, instinctively clamped together, trapping them both. They couldn’t breathe no matter how hard they tried. Their body was in shock, and simply took the savage strangulation.

Realistically, it had not lasted more than five seconds, but it might as well have been hours. There was something wrong with them, Phanes was sure, why else would they grow wetter, the more fear they felt? Nibelung thrust slower and shallower now, maybe an apology for his outburst.

The invasion still ached, but it felt… Nicer. Phanes heaved and coughed. The red handprints on their neck would turn purple in due time, no doubt about it. They pulled up the collar of the robes; Naberius shouldn’t see them like this.

Maybe Phanes was just seeing things, but for a split second, Nibelung looked remorseful. The regret was undoubtedly towards their future children, not their “mother”.

Nibelung seemed to fuck them into eternity. Phanes barely even registered the soft moans that left their mouth. Their lower body was lifted a little higher in the air, forcing them to balance on their elbows and upper back. The groans that Nibelung sighed out made them clench tighter,

He thrust hard into Phanes before letting his sperm spill into them. There were small, yet very noticeable clumps in the hot gush. Eggs. It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, their texture was slimy and disgusting, and all Phanes could do was reflect on their choices.

The two were left panting at each other, both hot and sticky from sweat and cum. Phanes was put down gently. Nibelung patted over the womb where his children would gestate, though with his cock still buried in the other, it looked more like he was praising his own shaft.

“How long will I carry them?” Asked Phanes in a weak voice. Nibelung was too distracted by feeling after his eggs to listen. Not like he would be able to sense them anyway, the eggs size was comparable to that of gravel. Phanes only got his attention by sliding the dick out of themself, and kicking him a little.

“Uh? Oh, Apep and Xiuhcoatl both agreed the children will gestate around six months in you, and mature four months outside the womb before hatching,” Nibelung sighed, and paused the hand on Phanes’ stomach, “I would have gotten Leviathan’s opinion too, he always was very knowledgeable in these subjects. But you killed him.”

As much as Phanes did not care about their victims, they still had to pretend they did. They lowered their head in faux regret.

Notes:

Phussy is canon to me

Chapter 4

Summary:

Naberius time YAY!!!! Who doesn't love Naberius tbh. Also Phanes suffers, emotionally this time!

Notes:

Shorter chapter than the others, sorry chat!!

In preparation of Naberius’ visit, Phanes’ hands were chained together, and the most movement they could do was rattle them to annoy Nibelung. Perhaps they would have slung choice words around if they hadn’t finally been fed that morning. 

 

For the children, that’s what Nibelung had said. Phanes didn’t think the children needed for Nibelung to personally put the food in their mouth, up close and personal. At least draconic dishes were genuinely the best thing they had ever tasted, so they couldn’t bear to ruin it with the metallic flavour of a bitten-off finger.

 

Phanes had asked for a mirror, more like whining and begging, really. Nibelung relented, he probably just wanted to shut them up. Phanes caressed their reflections neck with their eyes, the handprints were an angry red, and purple spots were slowly revealing themselves. Sweet Naberius would stress herself out when she eventually saw them.

 

Nibelung watched them silently from their newly acquired bed. Another mercy that he had graciously offered them. It, like everything else in that chrome room, could retract perfectly into the walls. Phanes wasn’t planning on making use of that feature when they could just lounge about the entire day.

 

Seeing their own shattered wing in the mirror was different than just observing their body. Most of the time, they would lean their wing in an uncomfortable position, just to keep their balance. Phanes shook their hands, causing the chains to cling against each other and startling Nibelung.

 

“When is Naberius coming?” Phanes pouted. When Nibelung promised that they could see her after their coupling, they had assumed it would be within hours, not days. 

 

“Any moment now. Be patient.” Nibelung tapped his temple in annoyance. Phanes threw their wing over their chest, a replacement in place of crossing their arms. They knew they shouldn’t act as childish as they did, but the deep resentment, maybe even humiliation, and pride wouldn’t let them.

 

“I can’t let her see me like this.” They muttered. Nibelung scoffed.

 

“I doubt she will expect you to look nice.” Phanes could scream of agitation.

 

They squatted down on the floor, careful to not tip over. There was nothing else for them to do than wait.

 

Several minutes later, when the rattling of chains could be heard faintly from outside, Nibelung let his human disguise slip. The soft skin cradling his bones became hard scales. His face distorted and he winced when the very structure was stretched and altered. Of course such a drastic transformation would hurt a lot. A little treat just for Phanes.

 

Nibelung’s true form was breathtaking up close. Of course, Phanes had seen him like that an uncountable number of times, but it had always been in high-speed and bloody battles. They had never had time to see the countless scars and wounds covering him like holes in nylon.

 

Phanes shoved the genuine guilt building in their gut away. A distraction to their goals, that was all it was.

 

The room seemed to expand to compensate for Nibelung's massive form. It must be a domain of some kind, partially anchored to Teyvat’s reality. The bed as well as the mirror were quickly pulled back to where they came from.

 

Naberius looked remarkably like she always did; cute and elegant, spotless. Her eyes widened with joy when she saw Phanes, but they could spot hues of worry in them. The restraints around her wrist looked like mere bracelets, she still exuded that overwhelming divine presence. 

 

“You’re alright,” She smiled “Mostly.” She shook off her shackles in favour of rushing to hug Phanes. If they had the arms to return the embrace, they would. Phanes had no choice but resort to caressing her with their wing.

 

“Try anything, and your master dies.” The looming voice of Nibelung boomed. Naberius rolled her eyes and leaned her cheek on Phanes’ shoulder. They awkwardly nuzzled her hair with their face. Naberies slid her hands to the stump left of their other wing. 

 

“How are you feeling?” She asked cautiously, throwing glances at both their wing and throat.

 

“Better. I’m feeling better. The changes to my body… I’ll have to live with it,” Phanes wiggled their stump, causing Naberius to retract her hand. “I won’t be able to fly again.” They admitted.

 

“I could restore your wings, if the almighty dragon king would permit it?” Naberius threw a judging glance at Nibelung. She didn’t fear him, he had also been weakened significantly. He was still stronger than her, but he would gain absolutely nothing from hurting her, it would only make it worse for dragonkind as a whole. Stalemate.

 

The way Nibelung’s eyes narrowed was enough of an answer. Phanes muttered something rude under their breath. Naberius slid her head down onto their lap, just like she did when she was small and newly created. 

 

This time there was no one to push her long hair to the sides. 

 

“Are the other girls with you?” Phanes asked. They couldn’t stand the thought of them being all alone. They had always been together from the day they were “born”. Like sisters to Phanes being “father”.

 

“At first, but when it became clear that we weren’t exactly elated at your defeat, they locked us up individually. Reasonable, I suppose.”

 

“I don’t like that.”

 

“Not like there’s anything we could do about it, the dragons that checked up on us threatened your life. At least we had confirmation that you were still alive…”

 

Phanes ran their wing tip over her cheek. Naberius giggled at the light tickles. Her shuffling to find a comfortable position ceased suddenly.

 

“Are you sick?” She asked in a small voice. Phanes’ heart dropped. To avoid tumbling over their words, they stayed silent, only shaking their head in reply. Phanes glanced up at Nibelung, but his expression remained unchanged and stoic.

 

Naberius sat up and moved her palm all across their stomach. “I swear, there’s something in you. I think it’s a parasite?” She pondered. Instinctively, Phanes flapped their wing to cool down their steadily increasing body heat.

 

“What makes you think that?” They knew the answer, of course they already knew.

 

“Sensing life and all. I can feel something inside of you, and it’s alive. ” Phanes hadn’t prepared for telling her the news, nor had they even figured how they’d tell her their plan without Nibelung knowing. 

 

Warm hands quickly found where the life she detected was. The expression on Naberius’ face was unreadable. Where could Phanes even begin to explain? That their master plan of usurping Teyvat included fucking the king and turning the offspring into humans?

 

Pathetic and desperate like a death rattle. Phanes couldn’t keep their facade up, not now.

 

Their breathing picked up. 

 

The lights seemed brighter. 

 

They had no idea what they were doing.

 

Hands grabbed their shoulders.

 

Words were being spoken.

 

Hands touched their cheek.

 

Hands wiped something off their cheek.

 

They were crying.

 

Embarrassing.

 

A shade sat in front of them.

 

A shadow loomed over them.

 

A shadow came closer.

 

It took a whip of Nibelung’s tail to snap Phanes out of their own panic. Naberius quickly pulled them close to her, shielding them from him. Nibelung huffed and returned to watching them from his watchtower-like height.

 

“Phanes, you’re pregnant?” Naberius’ mask of calmness had cracks of worry leaking through. Phanes felt lightheaded. That was probably the first time Nibelung heard their name.

 

“Yeah,” They whispered. A stupid idea, why would they ever have thought it would work? Phanes knew why, they couldn’t truly accept their defeat. “It’s better than being dead is.”

 

Naberius looked truly horrified as she hugged them defensively. 

 

“Don’t think it wasn’t consensual, they’re being dramatic.” Nibelung’s rough voice sounded. Naberius didn’t respond, what could she even say? 

 

“It’s for the best of us all, Naberius. Consider it a ceasefire, a truce even.” Phanes softly spoke the words they couldn’t convince themself of. The war had raged on for a long time, and many lives were lost, they didn’t believe forgiveness would ever be earned. They’d be a docile dove in a cage for as long as time would stretch.

 

Nibelung huffed at Phanes’ excuse, but Naberius slightly loosened her tight grip on her master. With her strength, and Phanes’ frailness, another set of bruises were already visible. They felt like a rotten fruit growing maggots inside. 

 

“If this pregnancy causes them any further harm, your pain will be even greater. I will ensure that.” Naberius’ glare was full of hate as she spoke.

 

“I will not gain anything from their hurt other than selfish satisfaction. Too much stress on their body and mind, and my children are dead.” Nibelung scoffed. Naberius opened her mouth to speak, but he interrupted her before she got the chance.

 

“I think you’ve said plenty. You may leave.”

 

“She’s only been here for a few minutes!” Phanes spat. There was the attitude they’d watered down for the sake of Naberius.

 

“What are you going to do about it?” He responded. Phanes’ shoulders sank. They could kick and scream, but they couldn’t make her stay.

 

“I want to see her again.” They muttered. Naberius’ hands left cold marks of where they had been. She stood up slowly, and Phanes felt absolutely helpless.

 

“Some day.” Nibelung promised, probably trying to sound comforting.

 

“So… I’ll see you later?” Spoke Naberius in a sad tone.

 

“See you later.” Phanes nodded. The handcuffs Naberius had previously left on the floor were commanded to come alive, and found their way back to her wrists. Before leaving, she cast a small smile to her master.

 

Phanes listened obsessively to the way the chains clacked and echoed in the halls. In a way, listening to the sound fade away was like Naberius herself did as well. Nibelung returned to the shape Phanes had grown used to, groaning in pain as he did.

 

They didn’t care to ask him about it, they didn’t want to see him. Nibelung petted their hair half-heartedly, and Phanes only hunched in on themself. If their hands weren’t tied, they would have punched him when he ordered Naberius to leave.

 

“You’re awful. Would it kill you if I had more than three minutes with a dear friend.” The anger they had kept as small rude remarks bubbled.

 

“I don’t want any negative influences around you.”

 

“I’m not a child!”

 

“I am talking about the ones that are.” Nibelung touched Phanes’ still flat stomach. Phanes struck him with their wing, but there was not much weak feathers could do. Nibelung grabbed their throat in response and caressed the bruising.

 

“Behave.” Phanes swallowed and stopped their hysteria. All resistance they could muster was the hate-filled stares.

Notes:

In my mind Naberius is Phanes favourite shade, I see them as a father and daughter I just think it's real cute ^_^

Chapter 5

Summary:

Magical plot convenient blowjob..! And wingjob too, I guess

The next few days seemed to fly by as Phanes spent most of their time lounging about. Though no pregnancy symptoms showed yet, their body could not handle nurturing the eggs well. The children were beings of the light realm, and the only experience Phanes had with it was tearing it apart.

 

The young, instead, fed off what little power they had left, and as such Phanes was slowly becoming weaker for every day that passed. Nibelung often came to bother them, but they still didn’t want to see him after he sent Naberius away.

 

Nibelung nudged Phanes’ cheek with his shoe, causing them to bite after his ankles. As punishment, he lightly kicked their shoulder, more like a tease or caress than an attack. Phanes groaned, and pulled their legs resting on the bed down to the floor with the rest of their body.

 

“Food.” was Nibelung’s simple statement. The underlying message of ‘eat, or next time it’s gonna be a real kick’ did not go unnoticed. Phanes mumbled a slur from their native language. 

 

The dish did look great, at least. They had always detested spicier food, but something about Teyvatian meals made up for their dislike. When Phanes picked up the bowl of soup, Nibelung took advantage of their moment of distraction, and took hold of their wing.

 

Phanes almost spilled over themself. “Oh, let go!" They yelled. Nibelung paid them no mind.

 

“The more avian of my people find this sort of touch… Relaxing.”

 

“Are you seriously trying to get me off right now!?”

 

The hand froze, but did not leave. Nibelung looked embarrassed, a rare change on his ever-stoic face. 

 

“...Yes. It, uh, it’s supposed to relieve tensions within you…” He murmured. Phanes took a slurp of the soup before answering.

 

“There are better ways of doing that,” They corrected. “I’ll let you, if I get more time with Naberius.” The cold expression Nibelung normally carried came back.

 

“I can’t allow that, you’ve acted differently after she visited.”

 

“You don’t know what I usually act like anyway, why do you care?”

 

“When a mother dragon’s comfort level shifts too radically, her hormones will act out of order and bring risk to the children. A stable environment is the best choice.” Nibelung summoned a pillar and sat on it.

 

“Honestly, do you think a bleak, enclosed room is what brings me the most comfort? I was made to soar skies.” Phanes folded their wing out theatrically. 

 

“I’m not letting you out. The risk of someone attempting an assasination is too great.”

 

Phanes let out a frustrated groan, fluffing up whatever feathers grew on their body. A move that was probably an insult on their home planet.

 

“You get me pregnant and you won’t even let me take a step outside this room. I can only imagine how great of a father you’ll be.” Phanes mumbled. They were getting desperate for anything else than the confinement, hurting Nibelung made them feel some level of control, even if they knew it wasn’t true.

 

Nibelung grabbed Phanes by the wing roughly, and sat them on his lap. He put his hand around their throat, threatening to squeeze the air out of them if they kept speaking like that.

 

“Watch your mouth, you’re not the victim here,” He could hear Phanes’ breath pausing for a moment “I could hurt you in every possible way. If I was a crueler man, I would rip out your throat, kill your shades while you watch on, rape you until your body is unrecognizable, serve you your own limbs as a meal, and choke you slowly enough that you will be fully concious during your death, for as long as possible.”

 

Phanes’ body trembled slightly, and Nibelung couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anger. “But I’m not going to do that. I have my morals, and I won’t victimize you like that. Would you? Would you not do that to me?” Nibelung continued.

 

“No, I wouldn’t.” Phanes replied, and for once, their answer was genuine. Nibelung laughed bitterly. 

 

“Oh, Heavenly Principles, where do you draw the line?”

 

“When it won’t benefit me. Besides, I can’t cook and I don’t approve of sex crimes.” They chuckled the last part to distract from the first statement. Not that it wasn’t true, too.

 

“Filth of a person, you are. Creatures like you should burn in hell. I treat you too well.” Despite all of Nibelung’s complaints and bickering, the hand on Phanes’ throat did not tighten. There was an undeniable part of them that wished it did.

 

Pushing Nibelung’s buttons, for the most part, was a means of venting. Questioning his parenting skills, though, was an opportunity for him to snap back at them, in a way his usual responses couldn’t. 

 

No one is allowed to question the right of the Formidable Father in that way. Phanes tried, with no luck, to push his hand away from their neck.

 

“You’re getting worse. A few days ago, there was more strength in your pitiful resistance,” Nibelung mocked “How the mighty have fallen, you’re no stronger than a couple of unborn eggs.”

 

Phanes slapped his wrist as hard as they could, causing the king to finally relent. They sprung down from his lap, landing clumsily on the ground. Nibelung was right, though; previously, they would easily land perfectly from such a short distance.

 

They sat down on the floor and leaned against the column. “So what? It’s not like I’ll die from it. Probably,” They muttered. Just as Nibelung opened his mouth, Phane spoke again “”Think about the condition of the children!”, Hm?" They mocked.

 

“I’m being reasonable, you know. If the babies have any defects that you caused, believe me, you will feel their pain tenfold,” He prodded his shoe against their neck “How are you feeling?”

 

"Migraines, mostly. My balance and strength are worsening, but I think you’ve already noticed that.” Admitting the state of their body felt like defeat. Cooped up in a cage and pregnant by their enemy, Phanes still couldn’t admit that they had lost.

 

“So that’s why you waste all day sleeping? You could really benefit from some exercise…” Nibelung kept his voice monotone, but the mocking intent leaked through.

 

“I don’t have the energy for it..! Besides, there’s not much in here to keep me active, anyway.” Phanes pulled their legs up and hid their face in their knees. They felt like a young child throwing a temper tantrum. 

 

“You can run laps around here,” Nibelung suggested.

 

“How obvious should I make myself when I speak to you? I don’t have the energy.”

 

Nibelung bit his knuckle and stayed uncharacteristically quiet for a few moments. He pulled Phanes’ hair to make them look at him when he spoke again.

 

“If it’s a matter of elemental energy, I can easily provide you with that.”

 

“What, food? I’ve already lost my appetite.” Nibelung’s eyes narrowed.

 

“Not quite.” He moved Phanes around, placing them in front of where he was sitting. He tilted their head upwards, watching as their cheeks flushed red.

 

“Fine,” Phanes sighed, immediately getting the hint. Nibelung spread his legs enough for Phanes to place themself in front of his crotch. Shaky hands slowly undid the buttons on his pants. It wasn’t doing something sexual with the dragon that made them nervous, it was the pressure of being the one to take charge.

 

Both of the other times they were intimate, it had been Nibelung doing all the work, Phanes just had to take it. When his cock, half hard and waiting, sprung free, they had to remind themself that they were not here to admire, but to suck.

 

Phanes softly wrapped their fingers around his intimidating shaft. The kindest they had been to Nibelung in the week or two they had been kept here. He let out a barely audible moan from the still hand alone.

 

“You have to promise this’ll work,” Phanes pouted.

 

“I promise.”

 

They moved their hand slowly at first, but when Nibelung’s lewd noises became clearer, they sped up with a sense of confidence. Each time Phanes’ palm touched near the hilt of his dick, they could feel how he would twitch.

 

Phanes had so much time, and so little to do, why not indulge in some fun now? They slowed the sliding motion down, bordering on a halt. Nibelung grunted and thrust his hips into their hand to feel any friction.

 

“Q-quit playing around! I’m here for the safety of the young, not to be teased,” Nibelung huffed his words out shakily. Phanes took pleasure in the moment, if only to see their enemy’s disheveled appearance. 

 

Even from so little total stimulation, Nibelung looked like a mess.

 

“What’s gotten you worked up so much? I barely started.” Phanes gave two fast rubs.

 

“I-I’m simply more sensitive after mating. That’s how all dragons are.” He stammered out his explanation quickly. Just as Nibelung looked like he was going to further excuse himself, he was promptly shut up when a tongue met his tip.

 

Phanes drew a line of saliva around Nibelung’s cock, relishing in the way they could feel him shudder under their tongue. They slowly dragged their mouth down his length before kissing the hilt of it. Nibelung’s cussing under his breath was the reward they cherished.

 

When Phanes licked their way back up to the tip, Nibelung’s patience had reached its limit. He grabbed a handful of hair and forced himself down their throat. The man would only moan more when Phanes gagged around his cock.

 

Instantly, the corners of their mouth began to burn due to the sheer size of the thing. They instinctually tried closing their throat to push the invasion out, but it only drew more moans from Nibelung. 

 

Try as they might, Phanes was simply too weak to fight back against the strong hands keeping them down. They were choking. Phanes flailed and shoved their body away from Nibelung. He grabbed the hair at the back of their head and yanked to allow them to breathe. He almost looked embarrassed watching them capture their breath.

 

“Ugh! If you want living babies, I’ll have to survive too, you know!” Phanes coughed. Nibelung pulled them back between his legs.

 

“Then take me properly.” Was his cold response, Phanes huffed and carefully placed his tip back into their mouth. When going at their preferred pace, it, unsurprisingly, went a lot smoother. They were taking the length slowly, letting Nibelung feel every centimeter slip into their mouth in much greater detail.

 

The deep groans that came from him were fluctuating between pleasure and impatience. Nibelung finally let out a grunt of relief when Phanes finally took it all, he could drink up how their tight throat attempted to relax around him, failing every time. Admittedly, they looked very pretty with their chin pressed up against Nibelung’s balls.

 

Phanes slid the dick out of them to the halfway point, only to rush it back in with a force that made Nibelung yelp. Their tongue swirled around what little it could reach, with such a huge object lodged inside their mouth.

 

Nibelung’s dick felt so very strange, it reached so deep in their throat, that even at their slow pace, it felt like being strangled. To save the strength in their jaw for the inevitable cum-drinking, Phanes opted to make him reach climax in another way.

 

They retched Nibelung out of them and placed their hand back on his dick. With their other hand, they balanced on the ground so they wouldn’t tip over with the sudden strange distribution of the weight of their wing.

 

Nibelung flinched when the soft downs of Phanes’ wing began stroking him up instead. The feathers were a strange, new sensation he had never felt before, but the way his body reacted told him that it was amazing.

 

Phanes’ hot breath ghosting up his shaft while their tongue continued to give small licks were driving him truly insane. Occasionally their wing would twitch, causing the heat in Nibelung’s gut to further flutter. He was getting close.

 

Both their shoulder and bangs were pulled forward, making Phanes choke on his cock yet again. Just as they were about to thrash and resist, Nibelung came with a guttural groan. Hot cum was spewed down their esophagus, and Phanes had to keep their gagging under control if they didn’t want to be suffocated.

 

The taste of it had that distinct Teyvatian pang to it, that they did not know how to describe. Phanes pulled away with a pop sound, heaving to catch their breath. Nibelung pushed the access cum around the corners of their mouth back in.

 

“Swallow it all, the young need their father’s support, too.” He gasped. Phanes didn’t respond, their voice would probably be distorted if they tried, anyway. Nibelung’s benefit, really.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Nibephanes filth