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Zhongli had always been a master of deception, his archon powers allowing him to weave illusions with effortless precision. Tonight, in the frozen heart of Snezhnaya, he had transformed himself into a stunning woman—long, flowing dark hair cascading down her back, porcelain skin glowing under the dim bar lights, and curves that turned heads in the rowdy establishment. Her name was now "Zhou-jie-jie", a mysterious traveler seeking information on the Fatui's movements. She sat at the scarred wooden bar, the air thick with the scent of smoke and spilled ale, nursing a glass of firewater, the infamous Snezhnayan liquor that burned like liquid flame down her throat.
The first sip hit hard, warming her from the inside out. Zhongli felt the heat spread, unusual for his divine constitution, but the firewater was laced with something potent—aphrodisiacs, perhaps, brewed by the cunning locals. Her cheeks flushed, and a unwelcome ache bloomed between her thighs. She shifted on the stool, her disguised pussy growing slick, nipples hardening against the tight fabric of her bodice. The bar was packed with rough Snezhnayan men, fur-clad brutes with scarred faces and predatory grins, their eyes lingering on her form since she walked in. They had been watching, whispering, recognizing the subtle aura of power she couldn't fully hide.
"Look at that beauty," one growled, a burly man with a Fatui insignia tattooed on his neck. 'Thinks she can waltz into our turf like she owns it.' His companions chuckled, circling closer as Zhongli took another swig, the arousal intensifying. Her mind fogged slightly, the alcohol mixing with the drugs to make her body betray her. She stood to leave, but hands grabbed her arms, pulling her back.
"Where you going, sweetheart?" the leader sneered, his breath hot against her ear. Zhongli's eyes widened, geo energy flickering at her fingertips, but the firewater dulled her control. Before she could summon her powers, they dragged her to the center of the bar, the crowd parting like wolves sensing prey. Tables were shoved aside, and she was slammed onto a makeshift platform of crates, her dress torn open to expose her heaving breasts and the wet folds of her disguised cunt.
"No—release me!" Zhongli protested, but her voice came out as a woman's soft plea, laced with unwanted desire. The men laughed, stripping off their coats and pants, cocks springing free—thick, veined shafts already hard and leaking precum. The leader, a massive brute named Viktor, pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while ripping her skirt away, exposing her dripping pussy to the cheering bar.
"You're no ordinary bitch," Viktor growled, shoving two fingers into her soaked hole. "We know who you are, Geo Archon. Zhongli of Liyue, playing dress-up in our lands. And now, you're ours." Zhongli gasped as his fingers plunged deep, curling against her walls, the intrusion sending sparks of shameful pleasure through her. The aphrodisiac made her hips buck involuntarily, her clit throbbing.
The gangbang began without mercy. Viktor yanked his fingers out and rammed his cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching her tight walls around his girth. Zhongli cried out, her body arching as he pounded into her, balls slapping against her ass. "Fuck, she's tight—like a virgin slut," he grunted, pulling out only to slam back in, his tip battering her cervix with each vicious drive.
Another man, a lean thug with a pierced cock, grabbed her hair and forced her mouth open, shoving his dick down her throat. Zhongli gagged, saliva dripping as he face-fucked her, his hips pistoning while she choked around him. Hands groped her tits, pinching nipples until they bruised, while others stroked their cocks, waiting their turn.
They flipped her onto all fours, Viktor's cock still buried in her cunt. A second man positioned behind, spitting on her asshole before pressing his thick head against the ring. "Time for double penetration, Archon whore," he snarled, forcing his way in. Zhongli screamed around the cock in her mouth as her ass was breached, the burning stretch making tears stream down her face. The two men synced their thrusts, one in her pussy, the other in her ass, their shafts rubbing through the thin wall between, filling her completely.
The bar erupted in cheers as more joined. One after another, they took turns double-teaming her holes—cocks alternating in her pussy and ass, stretching her until she leaked cum from both. Zhongli's mind reeled, the relentless pounding breaking down her resistance. The aphrodisiac amplified every sensation, turning pain into ecstasy. She came hard, her pussy clenching around a invading cock, squirting juices onto the floor as they laughed at her degradation.
"Look at the mighty Zhongli cumming like a bitch in heat," Viktor taunted, pulling out to let another man slide into her ass while he aimed for her mouth. Cum splattered her face, dripping from her chin as she swallowed load after load, her throat raw.
The impregnation came next, their twisted goal to claim the archon eternally. Viktor flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "We're gonna fill this womb, make you swell with our bastards," he promised, his cockhead nudging her cervix. With a savage thrust, he penetrated deeper than before, the barrier giving way under his force. Zhongli wailed, the direct invasion of her womb sending shockwaves through her. He fucked her cervix relentlessly, grunting as he unloaded, hot seed flooding her uterus.
Others followed, each man taking his turn to breach her cervix, pumping cum straight into her fertile core. Her belly bloated slightly from the sheer volume, pussy gaping and overflowing with their mixed loads. The mindbreak crept in—Zhongli's thoughts fractured under the onslaught, her archon pride crumbling as waves of orgasms shattered her will. She begged now, not for mercy, but for more, her disguised body craving the violation.
As the night wore on, exhausted but insatiable, Viktor pulled out of her cum-stuffed pussy and aimed his cock at her face. "Open wide, slave," he ordered. A hot stream of piss hit her mouth, salty and acrid, forcing her to gulp it down while others joined, urinating on her tits, her hair, soaking her skin. One man shoved his cock back into her pussy and pissed inside, the warmth filling her womb alongside the cum, making her convulse in a filthy climax. After each of them marking her with their piss, they made her squat over a bucket, pissing into it while they jerked off onto her, then forced her to drink from it mixed with their semen. Zhongli's mind fully broke, her eyes glazing over in submissive bliss. "Yeshh!... masters... use your archon slut, let me worship your mighty cocks~ ♡" she moaned, grinding against any cock that entered her.
By dawn, the bar was a den of debauchery, Zhongli collared and chained, her body marked with bites, bruises, and drying fluids. They had enslaved the Geo Archon, her powers suppressed by the drugs and exhaustion, ready to be their eternal sex slave—passed around, bred, and degraded in Snezhnaya's underbelly. Viktor smirked, slapping her ass. "Welcome to your new life, Zhongli. Liyue's loss is our gain."
Her only response was a whimper, hips wiggling for the next round, her mind forever shattered into obedient lust.
Weeks blurred into a haze of relentless breeding in the dim, sweat-soaked bowels of Snezhnaya's underbelly, now rechristened their den of lust—a sprawling network of underground chambers where the air hung thick with the musk of cum, piss, and unbridled rutting. Zhongli, once the stoic Geo Archon, had fully embraced her feminine prison, her body a temple of submission swollen with the fruits of their dominance. Her belly, round and heavy from countless loads pumped directly into her womb, strained against the tight collar that marked her as property. She loved the weight of it, the constant reminder of her fertility, the way her pussy throbbed with need even as it leaked the remnants of the men's seed. No longer did she yearn for her male form or Liyue's serene mountains; this was paradise—chained to the whims of their mighty cocks, her powers sealed away by some Fatui concoction, leaving her as nothing but a eager broodmare.
Viktor and his crew had claimed the den as their fortress, walls lined with iron rings for restraints, floors stained from endless orgies. Zhongli spent her days on all fours, ass high, servicing the rotating gang of rough Snezhnayan brutes. They'd fuck her raw, one after another, slamming into her pussy and ass until she squirted in ecstasy, her moans echoing like prayers to their virility. "Fill me again,♡" she'd beg, spreading her legs wide, fingers parting her slick folds to invite them deeper. Double and triple penetrations became routine, their cocks stretching her holes to the limit, cum flooding her until it gushed out in thick rivers. Even the piss play continued—men hosing her down mid-fuck, forcing her to guzzle from their streams while she rode them, the acrid taste blending with her own juices in a symphony of degradation she craved.
But the pinnacle came one stormy night, as thunder rattled the den's low ceiling. Zhongli's contractions hit like geo quakes, her body seizing with the urge to birth what Viktor had sired during their first brutal claiming. She was on a filthy mattress in the central chamber, surrounded by the full crew—two dozen men, cocks in hand, eyes gleaming with feral anticipation. Her legs were splayed wide, chained to posts that kept her exposed, pussy lips engorged and glistening from the labor's early waves. "It's time," Viktor rumbled, kneeling between her thighs, his thick fingers probing her entrance. "Push out our eggs, archon slut. Show us you're our breeding bitch forever."
Zhongli gasped, her feminine curves slick with sweat, breasts leaking milk that the men lapped up greedily. She loved this—the vulnerability of birth, the way it affirmed her womanhood under their control. Bearing down, she felt the first egg shift, a massive orb the size of a fist pressing against her cervix. It had grown inside her from their enchanted seed, not human spawn but crystalline geo-infused eggs, pulsing with latent power now twisted to their lustful ends. "OH!OH! OH-Ahh... it's coming ♡♡♡♡! " she whimpered, pushing hard, her pussy stretching obscenely around the emerging shape. The men crowded closer, stroking their cocks, precum dripping onto her belly.
With a guttural cry, the first egg crowned, her labia parting wide to reveal the smooth, glowing surface. Viktor slapped her clit to spur her on, the sting sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She bore down again, muscles clenching, and the egg slid free in a gush of amniotic fluid mixed with her arousal, landing wetly between her thighs. The men erupted in cheers, fists pumping the air. "One down! Look at that archon cunt birth our prize!" Zhongli panted, a blissful smile on her face, rubbing her swollen belly as the next contraction built. She loved the stretch, the exposure—her body a vessel for their dominance, marked eternally as their breeding archon.
The second egg followed swiftly, larger than the first, forcing her walls to yield with a slick pop. She screamed in ecstasy, pussy clenching around the void it left, juices squirting onto Viktor's hand as he caught it. More cheers thundered, men high-fiving, their cocks hardening at the sight of her laboring form. "Push, whore! Give us the whole clutch!" Zhongli obeyed, lost in the rhythm, her mind adrift in submissive haze. The third egg stretched her further, scraping her sensitive insides, making her cum hard mid-push—waves crashing as it emerged, her hips bucking wildly.
By the fourth, her pussy was raw and gaping, lips puffy and red, but the pain twisted into pleasure under their watchful eyes. She reached down, fingers circling her clit to ease the descent, moaning, "Yes...♡ for you...♡ your eggs from my naughty cunt♡~" It tumbled out amid her orgasm, the men roaring approval, some shooting ropes of cum onto her thighs in tribute. The final egg, the biggest, lodged deep, requiring all her strength. Zhongli strained, face contorted in effort and bliss, sweat pouring down her curves. Viktor thrust two fingers alongside it, widening her, his other hand pinching her nipple until milk sprayed. "OH!OH! OH-Ahh... it's coming--BIGGEST-IT RIPPING ME!! OHHH--IM COMING TOO!!!!" With a final, triumphant shove, the egg burst free, her pussy contracting in aftershocks, flooding the mattress.
The den exploded in jubilation—men howling, clapping, surrounding her as she collapsed, exhausted but radiant. The five eggs, shimmering with geo essence, were gathered and placed in a cradle of chains, symbols of her conquest. Viktor unchained her legs only to reattach the leash to her collar, pulling her into a kiss that tasted of ownership. "You're ours now, breeding archon. Swollen with our seed forever, pushing out clutch after clutch." Zhongli nodded weakly, curling against him, her hand stroking her still-plump belly, already imagining the next impregnation. In the den of lust, collared and cherished, she had found her true divinity—at the mercy of their cocks, eternally pregnant and proud.