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Zhongli had lived for six thousand years, and had been an archon for the last five thousand. He was born from the void before descending to Liyue, becoming their archon after he proved his prowess to other gods and ordinary humans. He received titles from both those who chose to follow him and enemies who loathe him, embellished with a plethora of names such as the Warrior God and the Groundbreaker.

In the present, he still became the ruler of his land. Zhongli was known for handling formal matters with an iron fist, though he tried to make himself less stern compared to how he used to be when he was a bit younger. He was doing well taking care of the country by himself. He could protect his worshippers well, ensuring them to have their bellies full and a comfortable roof over their heads. He heard only praise for his work from his intel, and he thought everything was going perfectly well.

So when the last annual adepti meeting was held, he was puzzled by their simultaneous prostrating. Immortal beasts and human-like adepti knelt with their foreheads touching the floor, a desperate pleading gesture that he had not seen in the last thousand years or so. The action is absolutely avoided by the proud demigods, as it (sort of) hurts their pride to bow in front of others. What urgency happened which begs them to do it?

“Please reconsider your decision, lord archon!”

“We beg you to please choose someone to bond with, lord archon!”

Zhongli blinked. Well…. 

During those six thousand years, he had laid with hundreds of gods, humans, and adepti, with males, females, and those who do fulfill the quality of both. Alphas, betas, and omegas, all would spread their thigh to accept the blessings given by his well-endowed cock, either at will or by force. Even if the court did not provide him with any sacrifice to accompany his rut cycle, he’s totally fine with sealing himself away for a week or so until the aggression subsides.

He was quite content with how things are going, so Zhongli said what was really on his mind. “I don’t really see the issue.”

“My lord, it’s been two thousand years since the goddess of dust, Guizhong, passed,” one adepti said gingerly. “It is only suitable for you to find a new empress.”

Oh, boy. Zhongli sighed.

“I don’t have any interest in romance at the moment,” eluded the god. “The Liyue port is at its’ height of development right now, and so I am too busy to oversee such trivial matters as courting.”

“If you please, we could find ones who might be suitable for you,” another piped in. The other adepti murmured in agreement. There must be plenty of unbonded deities and adepti, from and outside Liyue. Out of the thousands of immortal souls, someone out there must’ve fit their dragon emperor well.

“I don’t think that is necessary.”

“But lord archon—”

“My lord, we—”

“Our discussion ends here,” he said, firm. “You are all dismissed.”

Really, Zhongli did not really understand the adepti’s concern regarding his mating status. He knows that his ruts could be quite intense, but he had no problem solving them for the last thousand years or so. He was no longer a youthful deity, no longer a brat with severe bloodlust and peaking desires to claim and sink his prick into any passing hole.

“At least meet the candidates first,” Cloud Retainer sighed, knowing too well that her words would not penetrate the geo archon’s boulder-thick skull. “You’re growing frustrated, Rex Lapis.”

“I’m not.”

“Then how would you explain the situation last month?”

Zhongli stilled. Right, he almost pounced on a servant during his rut cycle last month. He could remember the poor girl’s face, her turning as white as paper upon realizing that the god’s lustful eyes landed on her small frame, almost unblinking as he stared at her. This might not be a concern in his younger days, but now at least he had some conscience to feel some degree of shame for his actions.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” huffed the crane. “One only pleads you to meet the candidates prepared by the adepti.”

Should he? Zhongli thinks that there should be other options, such as locking himself in the bed chamber until the rut phase ends or escaping to a hidden domain in the mountains. It’s not quite necessary for the adepti to provide him a wife just for the sake of satiating his desires.

And yet, Cloud Retainer’s exasperated sigh and Streetward Rambler’s silence made him rethink his previously firm decision.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll meet them, then.”

Seven sunsets later, the preparations for the (regrettably) awaited day were ready. The palace was bustling with life, with cooks preparing plates after plates of both Li and Yue-style dishes while the servants installed golden draperies to decorate the throne hall. Zhongli was ready to greet his suitors, wearing one of his more formal robes with the aid of a few half-adepti.

Before him, deities and adepti stood in line, draped in their best gowns and robes. Their faces were painted with rogue while their eyes were lined with charcoal, highlighting the features they thought could entice the prime adepti best.

One by one, immortal beings were introduced. Cloud Retainer recited their titles, along with the stories of their heroic acts and noble hearts while they display their strength or their beauty. Zhongli accepted their greetings with a warm smile, chuckling when one young deity created a dragon out of their smoking pipe.

They were all beautiful, great warriors, Zhongli admitted, but none interests him.

He was feeling a bit sorry that he was getting bored, to tell the truth. Zhongli could tell that every single one of his suitors had tried their best to gain his favor, to no avail. He knew that by inviting them here, he just wasted their time and gave them a false sense of hope that they at least had a chance to be picked by the archon.

Still, he had to stifle a yawn to bubble away from his mouth. Zhongli blinked his tired eyes, clapping appreciatively as his eyes wandered around the room. Let's see. He could see Xiao at the corner of the ballroom, Menogias grabbing a dumpling from the passing waiter’s tray, and….

“Who is that fellow?”

Streetward rambler tilted her head to see the man better, humming as she studied the youth’s features. The man of interest surely doesn’t look like he was a Liyue citizen. Amidst silk and golden robes, his dull-colored clothing sure stood out in the crowd. “I think he’s one of those diplomats from Tsaritsa’s land, my lord archon.”

Zhongli hummed. “A human?”

“Yes.”

“Huh, I see.”

Zhongli hummed, still watching the boy whispering with another fellow Snezhnayan, his expression blank as he nodded to whatever his company was saying. It was…, bizarre. He was intrigued for the first time in millennia, all from the first glance of a young foreign diplomat.

“Please help me to find more information about him.”

The adepti raised a brow, but she choose to not probe further. “Alright.”

And it turns out that the diplomat’s name was Childe, a seventeen-year-old beta from Morepesok Village in Snezhnaya. He has five siblings he dearly loved, and were closest to some of the youngest ones. Despite his young age, he was a force to be reckoned with, recognized by the archon of his land, and bestowed the title of the eleventh Fatui Harbinger.

“Lovely,” sighed the archon.

“Not so lovely when you know why he’s here, lord archon.” Cloud Retainer gave him a disapproving look. “That boy and his fellow vermins were here for espionage reasons, remember?”

Zhongli chuckled. “I know.”

“One advises you to not seek more out of him,” she said. “One thinks that it would bring great trouble to the country if you were to be seduced by such a mortal.”

“I know.”

Zhongli knew well that it would be best for him to not find out more about Childe, the youth who was able to shake his hardened heart. Probably it’s the bizarreness of it all which entices him. It’s been centuries since he feels this much, the last time being a few years before the Archon War happened.

Guizhong was his best friend, companion, and lover. After she perished a due to the impending conflict, Zhongli decided that he should not open his heart for another being to take in an attempt to protect his own peace. He could not bear the thought of seeing another of his lover draw their last breath in his arms, slowly dissipating into dust. Despite his rough exterior, Zhongli is a sentimental romantic, after all.

He did not know why, but for Childe, he was willing to try once more. It had been more than a millennium since the last time he courted someone, but he does not have a problem repolishing his skill.

And so, he asked around about the ginger’s whereabouts only to find him in the palace’s lush garden. He stood in the middle of the pond’s bridge, watching the koi fishes swim around the lotus roots with dull eyes. Seemed like the perfect time to introduce himself personally now that he was not swarmed by other Snezhnayans.

“Good morning, Mister Childe.”

The youth jumped, visibly startled by the god’s sudden appearance. However, Childe immediately gathered himself and fell to one knee, offering his respect to the archon.

“Lord Archon, Morax.”

Zhongli chuckled. Huh, it’s been quite some time since someone did not kowtow to him as a greeting. It was quite adorable that the diplomat still used Tsaritsa’s preferred way to salute her name, either because he did not know the “Liyue way” or purely because of his devotion to the empress, an unspoken rejection of Zhongli’s supreme power. “There is no need for such formalities. Rise, boy.”

Childe slowly stood up from his position, rather sheepish now that he was face to face with the geo archon. Zhongli could see it from how the boy diverted his eyes everywhere else before blinking up to him through brown-colored lashes, anticipating the archon’s next words.

“Don’t be so nervous,” soothed Zhongli. “Just call me Zhongli. Shall we enjoy the flowers together?”

The ginger seems puzzled. Why would the archon want to spend time with him, a mere human, and a foreign diplomat at that? However, after a brief time thinking he seems to decide that it might not be that bad of an idea. He was free at the time after all, and there’s nothing wrong with maybe scratching an information or two directly from his target.

“Sure!” he beamed. “Only if it does not bother you, of course.”

While being reserved at first, Zhongli soon learned of the boy’s cheekiness. He absolutely adored the way Childe rambled about his home country, how he stopped to poke the flowers, and how his eyes lit up when he saw a Snezhnayan plant. Childe was simply delightful, an apple to Zhongli’s eyes.

There’s just one thing confusing the archon, though.

He could not quite put his finger on it, but Childe just smelled not quite right. It’s not that he smells bad, or has one of those nauseating musk Xiao could not stand. Zhongli somehow felt something was…, off. It was as if Childe was not supposed to have that scent, supposed to smell a tad bit softer than pine and a bit sweeter than chamomile.

One conclusion popped into Zhongli’s mind: the youth was not supposed to be a beta. He believes that Childe—or someone—must’ve done something to the diplomat’s body. It’s been hundreds of years since he last met his fellow archon of the frozen land. Who knows they might’ve created new medications or procedures to alter one’s physique during those years.

The information sent a flicker of blaze aflame in Zhongli’s heart. How dare she. Everybody knew how suppressing an omega’s heat is dangerous in the long run. Some medications could even shock their bodies enough to send them to an early grave! To think that Childe consumed them for the sake of his missions was just unacceptable.

Still, he chose not to confide this time. There will be some other time when they were a tad bit closer, Childe a bit warmer to feel a tad bit guilty to outright lie to Zhongli’s face. Not that any mortal had dared to do it so far. No one lies and broke the trust of the God of Contract, not if they did not want to suffer the Wrath of the Rock.

“Oh—tiger lily!” gasped Childe. “My little sister loves them.”

Zhongli laughed. “Yes, we imported these from a Snezhnayan merchant a long time ago. We’re planning to move it to the greenhouse though.”

Childe hummed, a fond smile tugged on his lips. His eyes lit up at the mention of his sibling. Ah, so the story that he really dear them is true.

“We should have tea together sometimes,” Zhongli offered. “I really enjoyed your stories, Mister Childe.”

The ginger immediately agreed, and they finally met each other again only a week after their walk. Zhongli served him a blend of aromatic teas, ignoring the disapproving stares other servants gave him when he prepared the drink himself. He poured the first wash of the tea onto a qilin-shaped tea pet, expertly refilling their cups with the second pour of hot water.

“It certainly is different from how they prepare tea at my motherland.” Childe took a whiff of the calming scent before taking a sip. He made an ‘ooh’ sound, smacking his lips to savor the taste more. “We prefer coffee too over teas, but this one you just made is not bad!”

The passing adepti and servants all shot him a look with widened, terrified eyes. Oh no, this is really bad. They ducked and hid behind tables, preparing themselves for the worst of Zhongli’s fury. The group nervously averted their gaze to the prime adeptus, who surprisingly was still smiling on his chair.

“Really? That’s great, then.”

The servants let out a unison of relieved sighs and shocked gasps.

Childe might not realize it then, but Zhongli was spoiling him rotten! As rotten as he could without revealing his true intention of claiming the youth, in fact. Any other human would’ve been hammered flat to the ground if they dared to claim that they do not favor his generosity, let alone gifts the archon prepared himself.

But oh, he truly fancies the boy. Zhongli loves his pale, freckled skin and the slightly upturned, dainty nose. His lips, thin and the shade of pink peonies, almost always stretched into a grin as he helped Zhongli to pour his tea. He loves Childe’s giggles and small chuckles, how eloquent and curious he was about Liyue (and its’ bureaucratic matters), Zhongli loved them all. Childe was a true delight—both for the eyes and for the heart.

To Zhongli, Childe was his little ember. A small, shining piece of burning wood, sinking and slowly setting the archon’s heart ablaze. He never knew such a mortal could bring him so much joy, making him unbelievably hot under the collar when he caught a whiff of his brain-addling pine and chamomile scent.

Zhongli was smitten.

It was quite embarrassing to be found smiling as he caressed a handkerchief Childe gave him a few days ago, a kind gesture the youth offered when the god needed a cloth to wipe his dirty hand. His adepti noticed it too, the way how a warm grin was always plastered on his face and the way his eyes shone with absolute fondness whenever he listened to the boy’s ramblings.

This would be a problem.

And so, about a third of his advisors and assistants marched to his study this afternoon, bracing themselves to do the nearly impossible task of changing the archon’s mind. Zhongli did not even blink when the mystical beasts and half-humans are standing in front of him, a concerned look on their faces. Ugh. He knew exactly what they wanted to complain about.

“Have you chosen your bride-to-be, my lord archon?”

Zhongli gave them a solemn nod. “Yes. I have found myself a suitable mate.”

Some adepti looked a tad bit relieved, a little spark of hope finally presented itself and soothed their unsettled state. Meanwhile, a few adepti threw each other a look, preparing themselves for the answer they were so afraid of to happen.

“Well, who would it be?”

“My dear diplomat,” smiled Zhongli. “Mister Childe.”

The adepti’s faces fell. Oh, dear. They knew this would happen! The signs were there since the first day they met each other at the banquet, and they should’ve chaperoned the lovestruck deity when he had that walk in the garden with the finger. They shouldn’t have left the diplomat to cling so close to their lord archon if they knew that harlot would be so venomous.

“Forgive me, my archon, but…,” said an adeptus nervously, “I don’t think…, that it’s a good idea.”

Zhongli did not stop himself from flicking the book’s pages. “Why?”

“My lord, there are too many reasons!” piped another adeptus. “He’s not of age yet—”

“He’s almost eighteen, It’ll be not much longer.”

“—He’s not of noble origin—”

“Does not matter to me.”

“—And he’s a mortal!” The adeptus sighed. “My lord, wouldn’t you reconsider your decisions? He’s just a diplomat sent by Tsaritsa to spy on our land, and—”

“And I consider Tsaritsa’s action to be beneficial this time,” Zhongli threw the adeptus a small smile when the immortal beast looked visibly exasperated. “Had it if she did not send me such a precious gift, I would not be in such a joyous mood. And regarding his mortal status…, we could do something about it.”

Their jaw fell slack, in disbelief at what Zhongli just said. “Lord archon…, are you saying that you’d elevate him into a true adepti?”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes.”

The crowd fell into a rapturous roar of disagreeing statements and curses for the bewitching Snezhnayan whore. The archon huffed.

“My lord!”

“Lord archon, please….”

“My decision to court him is firm and final.” Zhongli closed his book. “You are all dismissed.”

Though he was a tad bit annoyed at first, the archon was glad by the occurrence of the confrontation. Now that he made his intentions clear to the adepti, Zhongli felt that it might be the right time to start courting Childe formally. He made sure to pay extra attention to the youth, showering him with gifts of jade and gold brocade. He frequented his visits and accompanied Childe for longer walks in the garden, where he would admire the Snezhnayan flowers’ blooms, a tiny little piece of his beloved homeland. Zhongli hoped that the imported plants could help his soon to be wife a tad bit less homesick.

“You meet me very often lately, lord archon.”

Zhongli lowered his chopstick to wipe the corner of his mouth, internally cooing when he saw Childe still struggling with his silverware even after months of deployment. “Why, yes. Do I disturb you with my visits, Mister Childe?”

The ginger shook his head. “No, it’s a real delight to have an archon dine with me!”

The dark-haired god chuckled, picking a piece of meat and settling it on Childe’s plate for him to eat. “Oh, really? It’s a pleasure for me to meet Tsaritsa’s warrior too.”

“Yeah!” Childe beamed, but his expression quickly turned a bit sheepish. “Uh…, also, I don’t think it’s necessary to give me so many gifts.”

“I want to, though.” Zhongli nonchalantly placed another slice of stir-fried vegetables onto Childe’s plate. “I think they will suit you well.”

Behind the scene, Zhongli was no less vigilant either. He made sure that all ingredients that could possibly be used as suppressant ingredients were tightly controlled. He paid extra attention to Snezhnayan visitors, assigning some of his trusted men to spy on any traffic of suspicious medications.

His efforts did bear fruit. One of his men managed to catch a Fatui diplomat attempting to sneak a package into Childe’s bedroom. He was ambushed red-handed and left to drown in the sea depths a few miles away from Liyue Harbor once his men were done interrogating him.

Zhongli observed the bottle in his hand, the white pills clinking against the glass. He had ordered identically-shaped medications from the pharmacist, specifically requesting them to be empty sugar pills. A placebo to at least lessens Childe’s shock to the lack of access he had to his real suppressants.

It took some time, but Childe slowly but surely changed. He smelled a bit sweeter now, the musk of pine replaced by a honeylike scent that compliments his more neutral, calming chamomile well. His hips were a tad bit fuller than it previously was, and his face was a lot less angular.

Childe transformed beautifully, and Zhongli was glad that at least the puzzled diplomat could finally have his cycle back. It’s common to be disoriented at first, but he was sure that Childe would settle into his omega self just fine.

“Forgive me, my lord archon,” he grinned, though exhaustion was present in his eyes. “I have some difficulties sleeping as of late.”

Liar. Zhongli knew damn well he was bedridden from his pre-heat. It was laughable how he even attempted to lie considering how delicious he smelled at the moment, how his cunt must’ve itched for something to fill and plug the hungry hole.

“No need to apologize, Mister Childe.” Zhongli patted a spot next to his seat. “Come sit. I’ll make you some tea to freshen you up.”

Childe obliged, stiffening when the archon laid his palm on his forehead. Zhongli wore a concerned look on his face, showing his pity by running a sympathetic hand up and down his back, up to his nape, careful to leave little traces of his scent on the youth. “Oh, dear. You are burning up. Would you like to lie down?”

The youth looked a tad squeamish but did not stop him nor move away from his touch. “Well…I guess…”

Zhongli smiled gently. Soon Childe would finally have his first heat, and Zhongli would be the first to devour him whole.

“When is your birthday again, dear Childe?”

The god felt his heart flutter when he caught Childe taking a whiff of his sofa bed, taking in his scent as discreetly as he could.

“Um…, in two days?”

“Delightful,” answered the archon. “I’ve prepared a present for you.”

Childe’s face reddened from the sudden statement. “Oh, uh…, you don’t have to, lord archon.” 

“I want to, though,” Zhongli chuckled, settling a cup of hot tea in front of Childe. “I already prepared it anyway. You can take it after you had your birthday dinner—I heard you’re going to celebrate it with other Snezhnayan diplomats, hm?”

The youth nodded.

“Great!” he clasped his hands together. “I’ll inform you soon regarding the location of the gift.”

It was quite funny how the diplomat immediately agreed to wait for Zhongli in his bed chamber two days later. Zhongli thought that he should be at least a bit warier of the looming dangers after those years of combat and grueling training. And yet, Childe gullibly trotted his little legs to an unbonded alpha’s private space.

Not that Zhongli was complaining.

He made sure to leave his scent everywhere, even spending a little bit more time rubbing his wrists against the porcelain vase on top of the cupboard. The god made sure that the deeper Childe step his foot into the chamber, the more concentrated and potent his scent became. A bit deceitful, but Zhongli knew that this foolproof strategy had ended him with countless previously uninterested omega begging for his cock.

Zhongli was not surprised to find the ginger snuggled up on his bed, curled up into the fetal position. He could see how red Childe’s face was, his fingers grasping the blankets. There was a damp patch on his trousers, unmistakably wet with slick, while his nose was buried into the pillows and the…, is that Zhongli’s ceremonial robe?  

“Childe?”

The omega startled, immediately sitting up. Gosh. what was he thinking?

“Oh—I—I can explain.”

The archon faked his surprise, letting out a soft gasp of realization. As if he was not the one orchestrating this fateful night all along.

“Mister Childe…, are you….”

He could see how Childe turned tomato red from the mix of shame and arousal, up to the tips of his ears. Zhongli never knew that Childe was this easy to be flustered, though it’s very understandable to shake in one’s boots to be caught scenting a patron deity of another land. Zhongli thinks he was adorable.

Zhongli slowly walked closer, while Childe cowered with every step the archon took. He towered over the boy, internally enjoying the horrified look plastered on his soon-to-be wife’s face. He looked like a little fox cub, curling into a ball as his hands tried to hide the shameful wetness between his thighs.

“You’re not a beta, right?”

“I—I don’t know why this happened—” sputtered the ginger, still evading Zhongli’s gaze. “B-before I arrive in Liyue, I am a beta, how did I—”

“Childe…,”

“I swear! I was not supposed to—I was not supposed to be like this, I…,”

The archon shushed him with his eyes, a single look enough to silence even an immortal being.

“You do not lie to an archon, boy.” He rumbled, his voice almost sounding inhuman. Childe shivered from the intimidating aura, while his groin twitched from the voice. Crap. “You might fool a mortal, but you can not fool me. Now, tell me. You’re not a beta, right?”

Childe weakly shook his head.

“You are an omega.”

It was not a question. It was a statement of his real secondary status, his true nature to belong below the archon, to submit and oblige to every single decision the ruler had placed upon him. He could only mutter a single word, his mouth too stiff to form defying sentences against the god.

“Yes.”

Zhongli raised his hand, and Childe immediately flinched. The archon felt his heart sink to his stomach. Did the boy think that he was about to lay a hand at him? He would never. He would never hurt his precious ember with his two hands, not even if it killed him. He slowly cupped his hand on the trembling boy’s cheek, his thumb fondly caressing the soft skin.

“Poor little one,” he sighed. “Why do you bother with such grueling duties of becoming a warrior?”

“I—It’s my dream,” answered Childe, his voice no more than a whisper.

Zhongli knew that the boy wanted to say more, to explain and justify his reasons of abandoning his omega status and the comfort of his home, but suddenly Childe’s face contorted in pain. He gasped, choking on the air while clutching his stomach. Childe groaned in agony, rolling over to his side.

The full force of his heat is here.

“What—shit,” he coughed, tears ready to drip from the corners of his eyes. “What is this? Why—”

“It’s your first heat,” Zhongli said, seeing how Childe’s eyes widened in disbelief. “I assume that you’ve been consuming the suppressants even before you had your first heat. You did not know what the cycle feels like.”

Childe was about to say something in retaliation, anything to deny the truth, but the pain in his abdomen stopped his train of thoughts. He was now desperate for anything—anything that could possibly reduce the torturous sensation. He unconsciously grabbed the archon’s sleeve, begging through glassy eyes.

“Please, please help me!” he whined. “I know you know a way to stop this!”

The archon took a deep breath before inching closer, leaning close enough to loom over the writhing youth. Childe smelled incredible, sweet and inviting for any passing alpha to take a bite out of. Oh, Zhongli had to stop himself from salivating from the scent alone.

“My boy, my sweet sweet boy,” he cooed. “Doesn’t it hurt here?”

Childe whined meekly when the archon pushed his thumb against a spot on his belly, almost crying out from both pain and relief when the finger lingered there, massaging tiny circles onto the upset womb. Oh, poor boy. Zhongli knew that the first heat is the worst one of all, feeling a tad bit guilty that Childe’s suffering multiplied from his potent pheromones.

“Ugh—hic, make it stop,” he sobbed, in absolute agony when Zhongli stopped putting pressure onto his belly. The effect was almost immediate as hot, itchy flares ran through his entire frame, burning the ends of his nerves to crisps. He might as well die to stop this suffering. “H-hurts!”

“I know, I know, sweetheart,” Zhongli soothed him. “I know a way to make you feel better.”

His hand snaked down the youth’s abdomen, below his loose trousers and down to the mound of his pubic bone. Childe shook his head, his eyes screwed shut and his teeth clenched together. Even in this state, he was still quite stubborn.

“Nn—don’t,” He slurred, weakly clawing the back of Zhongli’s hand on his crotch. Zhongli knew this moment too well, the moment an omega he was about to bed would resist and deny him. Alas, they were too drunk on pheromones to actually do anything about it, drugged dumb by his scent. “Don’t touch…, there!”

Zhongli sighed. “Ssh, let me help you. Be a good boy for me, hm?”

The archon dipped a finger between the ginger’s slit, purring from how his nectar immediately coated his finger. He circled the hardening nub, listening to the shaky shudder from his partner when he picked up the pace slowly but surely. Childe was so perfect for him, unconsciously parting his legs to ease the god’s movement.

Zhongli’s free hand unbuttoned the youth’s shirt, exposing his torso before yanking Childe’s trousers off. He was quite intrigued to find out that Childe’s freckles spread even below his collar too. His nipples were the shade of pale pink, the tips pebbling up from the cold air and arousal. The archon could not resist latching his lips onto one of them, sucking and circling the nub with his tongue.

“Ah—not there…,” whined Childe, but his fingers tightened around Zhongli’s fingers. “Ah, lord archon!”

Zhongli chuckled, flicking one of Childe’s nipples with his tongue before nipping at the pink bud. The way Childe’s back arched is just delicious to witness, his chest jerking forward from the sudden combination of pain and pleasure.

“So pretty,” he whispered, kissing the boy’s temple. “Am I the first to touch you here?”

Childe whimpered, burying his face into Zhongli’s neck. Zhongli took it as a yes.

“Good.”

Oh, he had caught himself a virginal, pure omega to breed! What a delight, to be the first to savor the sweetness of his little wife, to be the first to carve the shape of his cock into his perfect little cunt. Zhongli was more than thrilled to please Childe’s untouched, sensitive spots with his hands, his tongue, and his cock.

Zhongli slithered down, finally face-to-face with the entrance to heaven in front of him. Ah, even his wife is beautiful down here too—the potruding clit, the gloss from his slick, and the reddish-pink color of his cunt just looks absolutely delicious. Zhongli was famished, eager to savor his meal for the night.

“Let me savor your nectar, little wife,” he purred, hands firm on either side of Childe’s thighs.

He started with a lick on Childe’s pussy, groaning from how amazing Childe tasted. He tasted like ambrosia and liquid gold, unimaginably sweet on Zhongli’s tongue. Zhongli just couldn’t stop himself from lapping the slippery liquid up, sucking on the clitoris, and blissfully listening to how beautifully his wife sang.

“So cute,” he heaved. 

From his vast experience, Zhongli knew what he had to do, which spots to press, and which areas should he suck. During all those centuries he had lived none of his partners had not unraveled before his magnificent technique, him always leaving all of them quivering and begging for more pleasure by the end of the night.

And Childe was no different. He kept indecently rutting his hips up against the greedy mouth, mouth falling open as he chanted Zhongli’s name like a mantra. His calloused fingers were tangled between the dark strands of Zhongli’s hair, pulling them when the sensation gets too much, enough to make him cry out as tears slip from his screwed-shut eyes.

Beautiful. Zhongli lifted his face from his bride’s crotch, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He just couldn’t wait to shower Childe with all of his love and attention. Maybe he could start by giving him a little birthday surprise from his more…, reptilian form.

“Little wife, let me show you something.”

Slowly Childe’s eyes crack open, still glassy from tears. “Wh-what?”

Zhongli chuckled before letting his jaw open. Childe seemed a tad bit confused, but his face turned into a mix of horror and horny curiosity as Zhongli’s tongue gradually morphed longer and thicker. The previously normal tongue tip was split into two forked ends, akin to those owned by a real reptilian.

“Oh my—” he gulped. “Is—is that….”

“My real tongue, yes.” The archon grinned. He drooped down, whispering in Childe’s ear. “I’ll make you taste pleasure no other men could give you, little wife.”

That was the last threatening promise Zhongli gave before he returned to his previous position. The archon parted his glistening labia, eyes hungry with lust and the desire to simply destroy his little wife’s mind.

He eased his way in, relishing in the whimpers and gasps spilling from his wife’s lips. He made sure to lick every single inch of the tight passage, grinning victoriously when he found what he was looking for: a spongy ring at the end of the tunnel, the entrance to Childe’s womb. His cervix.

Zhongli pressed the forked tip of his tongue against the cervix’s mouth, feeling how Childe immediately clenched down, wailing from the sensation. Childe was forced to feel everything , from how the god’s long tongue nudged his g-spot to how immersed Zhongli was to tease his cervix. It was all too much pleasure at once, leaving him writhing against the sheet.

“S-sho deep! Oh—” Childe garbled, frantically seeking purchase on the archon’s silk sheets in an attempt to ground himself. The god moaned, pride bubbling in his chest from how ruined the ginger looked from the work of his fingers and mouth alone. “S-o—stop—”

He suddenly pushed Zhongli’s head away from his crotch, tears in his eyes. “Something—lord archon, something is—”

Childe came with a sudden cry, clenching down on Zhongli’s tongue while his hips spasmed uncontrollably. Along with the peak was clear liquid spurting out from his urethra, spraying out and immediately wetting the sheets below their bodies. And Zhongli’s face, of course.

Oh, archons. Just when he thought his wife was a perfect little angel already, the ginger kept surprising him with new things that brought him joy. At this point, Zhongli almost believed that Childe was doing this all on purpose, a master at seducing the archon. He lapped it all, not stopping even when Childe already whined from how overly sensitive his pussy was.

“This is the first time someone squirted on my face,” chuckled the brunet. “You truly are something, my little ember.”

He quickly took off his remaining clothes, matching the state Childe was in. His skin was now fully exposed to the night, and he knew that the youth could not help but just stare. Those blue eyes traveled from his chiseled chest to the tips of his dark fingers, his gaze following the golden trail along his arms and down to the underside of his cock.

“You’re staring, little wife,” teased the god, happy from the immediate flush blooming on Childe’s face. Zhongli crawled closer, closing the gap between their bodies and the bed’s headboard.

“Let me claim you, Childe,” he whispered, his thumb running on the youth’s bottom lip. “Let me love you whole, let me give you all of my heart and soul.”

Childe stared back at him, his sapphires meeting Zhongli’s golden ones. There was doubt in his eyes, contemplating whether he should give in to the dragon’s temptations or give up on his dreams to be a Snezhnayan warrior. Should he? Should he abandon all those years of training and combat to settle for the ease of domestic life?

“I…,”

Childe averted his gaze. “Sorry…, lord archon.”

Zhongli felt his heart sink to his stomach. “Why?”

“I am Tsaritsa’s servant, Morax…,” Childe answered, seeming to shrink as he witnessed Zhongli’s glowing veins, a telltale sign of his bubbling, impending fury. “I appreciate your offer, but couldn’t betray her trust and my responsibilities.”

Tsaritsa this, Tsaritsa that, Zhongli is growing sick of it.

“So what with Tsaritsa?” he spat, and Childe flinched when Zhongli grabbed his arm, pulling him down so he could lay flat on the bed. “I am an archon far more powerful than her—why does she matter so much to you?”

Childe thrashed in his grip, growing even more frantic by the second when he failed to activate his Foul Legacy in an attempt to escape the furious archon. He tried to pry the crushing hold on his hips, scratching his blunt nails onto the back of Zhongli’s hands and his arms.

“Morax, please, I already swore my loyalty to Tsaritsa!”

Zhongli pauses with a gruff growl. “So?”

“It’s a contract, Morax!” screamed Childe, “I already made a contract with her!”

Ah. Right. That bitch Tsaritsa always made sure that all of her underlings swore to sacrifice their souls for her sake—it’s as if she knew that Zhongli could not steal his people now that they have their ongoing contract. She always made things difficult for the geo lord, but preventing him from obtaining his thousands of years long awaited mate had gone a step too far.

Screw it. What Zhongli wants, Zhongli gets.

“N—no—”

Childe shrieked when Zhongli finally pushed the tip of his cock in, the girth stretching him impossibly wide. Poor little wife. Even amidst the haze of rage, Zhongli felt his heart clench when he saw how Childe slipped in and out of consciousness from the blinding pain and pleasure. Childe almost hyperventilated, gritting his teeth as Zhongli fed inch after inch of his cock into that tight passage.

“Sto—gh! Stop it!”

“Breathe, Childe,” he whispered, trying to soothe the struggling boy. “Breathe, you’ll be fine. I promise you’ll be fine.”

Zhongli could feel something rip as his cock pierced through the previously unused hole, along with Childe’s pained howl. He sighed, a tad bit relieved now that the first step of the mating ritual—taking Childe’s virginity—is done. “There we go, little wife. Hush, hold it a little more.”

After what felt like an eternity, they were finally flush against each other, Zhongli’s pubic bone against Childe’s clitoris. The youth still was still weeping, tears raining on his red cheeks. Oh, poor boy. Zhongli cooed, petting his hair and kissing his face to make him forget the searing ache.

“Please,” Childe sniffled. “Please take it out, I beg you.”

Zhongli shook his head, pressing more kisses and soft caresses all over his body. “I can’t, sweetheart. Hold on for a little bit, okay? You’re doing so good for me.”

Childe answered him with a choked sob.

“It’s okay, little wife,” Zhongli whispered. “You’ll feel really good soon, I promise.”

He sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed when the rod pierced him again and again, letting out choked pleas for the archon to stop. His begging fell deaf to Zhongli’s ears, with him mercilessly thrusting his cock in and out, making sure to hit Childe’s cervix with every plunge.

“My sweetheart, my love,” praised Zhongli. Oh, he had never felt this incredible. Among thousands of bodies that had laid under him, none of them had been this tight, this sweet, this perfect for him. A sheath perfect for his spear. He was sure that Childe is made for him. “You’ll feel good soon, can you feel it?

“Fuck—” Childe sniffed. “Fuck you…”

“I’m sorry, Childe,” he cooed. “This is necessary. I promise you’ll feel good soon.”

And true to his words, Childe’s moans turned sweeter and sweeter the more their bodily fluid mingled, the previously pained sounds replaced by the vocalizations of carnal lust. Zhongli made sure to keep praising him with encouraging words about how perfect he was, how beautiful he looked with Zhongli’s cock lodged deep inside his walls, and how lustful he looked with his glassy eyes and drool down his chin.

“Don’t fight it, don’t fight it,” Zhongli encouraged, his thumb circling Childe’s clit. His punishing pace did not falter, the tip of his cock hammering against the omega’s abused cervix. The youth choked, one hand involuntarily flying to grab Zhongli’s hand on his waist to seek purchase. “There you go honey, don’t fight the pleasure.”

Childe came through gritted teeth, squirting another liter of liquid and clamping down on the girth. He moaned between sobs when Zhongli grind his cock against his sensitive spots. “I h—hate you! Fuck you! I never wanted this!”

Zhongli knew that Childe was just confused—confused on why did he was being chosen by the archon, why his Snezhnayan medications did not work to deny his cycle, and why his body betrayed his mind. Why did he feel pleasure even though he loathe the alpha? Why did he have to born as an omega, destined to succumb to an alpha’s touch?

And even as he went through a mental turmoil, why did he keen from a single lick on his scent gland, a dangerous nip on his neck enough to turn his hole slicker?

“I could hear you thinking, little wife,” Zhongli said. “Let’s fix that, hmm?”

What happened next was a flurry of memories for Childe, but Zhongli made sure he could remember the intense pounding on his lower half, the sound of skin against skin, and the sound of his own pleasured screams. He made sure Childe could remember the lord’s body warmth enveloping him as he fucks him deep, the wet sound of his slick and Zhongli’s precum colliding, and the pattern of Zhongli’s bedroom ceiling.

“You love that?” Zhongli gasped when Childe wailed, his cunt spasming when he reached another climax. “You love it when I tease your womb, don’t you?”

There was some delay of response, but Childe finally nodded a dumb “yes”, his eyes still rolled to the back of his head.

“Smart boy,” cooed Zhongli. “That's four orgasms in a row—you feel so good when you clench on me, boy.”

Four? Oh. It kind of made sense why Childe felt like he had passed and gone to heaven, the euphoric sensation enough to create a fracture in his mind. Now, why was he complaining earlier? Zhongli did not break his promise of giving him unforgettable pleasure, he always made sure Childe always squeal loud and clear from the prowess of his cock.

“Wanna try moving by yourself, sweetheart?”

Childe dumbly nodded. Zhongli quickly changed their positions, leaning onto the headboard while the ginger sat on his lap. He looked so cute, stumbling a little when he attempted to slip the length back into his vagina. It sure took some tries for him to be able to insert the whole thing back, but he finally bottomed out, his labia flush against the base of Zhongli’s cock.

“Deep,” he sighed, sounding almost relieved. Childe clumsily lifted his ass up before sinking back down while Zhongli watched how that tight pussy engulfed his cock. The youth repeated the movement, whining and whimpering every time the tip of Zhongli’s cock collided with his cervix.

Zhongli could see that the boy quickly grew tired though. He placed his palms on either side of Childe’s hips, a code for him to stop bouncing up and down. Instead, he pulled and pushed Childe closer and further from him, motioning him to move horizontally instead. The ginger is a fast learner. Once he got the hang of it, Zhongli could let his little wife move on his own.

“Yeah, rock your hips like that,” cooed Zhongli. His clit rubbed against Zhongli’s pubic bone, tongue lolling out from the dual sensation of having his hole filled and his clit stimulated. Frankly, Zhongli did not feel much from the movement, but he knew his wife really enjoyed the position. He was more than content at the moment. “So perfect, this feels good right?

“Yesh—,” he slurred, a drop of drool dripping onto Zhongli’s abs. “Yes, so good—ah—”

From the way how his lower mouth twitched and how desperate his movements became, Zhongli could tell that his mate is close once more. He let his little wife to use him like a toy, selfishly searching for his own release. It was endearing to watch, how Childe slowly unraveled for him.

“Come for me, Childe,” Zhongli purred. “Be a good boy and let yourself go for me, hm?”

The archon thumbed Childe’s engorged clit, relishing in the way how he whined and how his hips chased the finger.

“C-cuh—cumming!”

Childe squirted, clear liquid spraying on Zhongli’s perfect abs. This is insane. He feels like he was about to go insane.

“Adorable,” sighed Zhongli. “Utterly adorable.”

He pulled Childe off his cock, the omega whining in protest when his source of fun was taken away. The archon laid Childe on his back once more, peppering kisses all over his face and neck. He caught the youth’s lips with his own, swirling their tongues together and taking delight in hearing the soft moans his wife emitted between smooches.

“What are you gonna do now?” Childe slurred, a dumb smile plastered on his lips.

“I’m about to breed you, little one,” answered the archon. He sheathed his cock back inside, hearing his wife mewl. “Don’t you want my seed to fill your belly, hm?”

Zhongli could almost see how the images of children flashed that buzzed mind of his ginger, proven by how his cunt clenched involuntarily just now. Their children would look beautiful. Their babies would have blue eyes and brown hair, or golden eyes and auburn hair. They’d be mighty demigods, born as powerful as their archon father and as eloquent as their diplomat mother.

“Wait…,”

Childe blinked once, twice. “I’m—I’m a diplomat from Snezhnaya.”

Oh, no. Zhongli didn’t know what it is but something definitely snapped him out of that instinctual carnal haze. Childe started to push him away, horror apparent in his eyes as his conscience returned slowly but surely.

“Yes, yes you are,” Zhongli calmed him down. “But you are also my mate.”

“No! Fuck—get off me!”

Now, this is trouble. Well, Zhongli did not expect that his bride would be so hardheaded, ambition etched deep into his brain that he could still remember such a useless thing even now. 

Childe tried his best. He really did. He clawed and scratched the god’s broad back, flailing his legs to kick Zhongli away and sunk his canines onto Zhongli’s collarbone, all in an attempt to push the archon away. Still, all of his efforts were futile. Even when he was not weakened by the heat, he was no match for the warlord archon.

“Ouch, darling.” Zhongli huffed. “Let's turn you around, shall we? Probably you’ll be a bit more docile if I mount you instead.”

Childe thrashed as Zhongli repositioned him as he liked—face buried into the soft pillows while his ass rose high, shaping his back into a beautiful arch, ready to be taken and claimed by a deserving alpha.

“Stop, stop it! You—”

The ginger’s protests were interrupted by Zhongli’s sudden thrust, his cock lodged back into the slippery cavern in one sharp snap of his hips. Childe’s eyes roll to the back of his head, tongue lolling out involuntarily from the sudden train of pleasure. Zhongli hungrily eyed the spot where they were conjoined together, his pubic bone flush against the plush buttocks.

“Ogh—oh—,” 

“There you go. Feels good, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

Childe weakly whined. “I—I’ll kill you.”

“Sorry, little ember.” Zhongli hushed him, pinning his nape down to keep him in position. He continued with a brutal pace, hammering Childe’s pussy without mercy. He kissed his wife’s shoulder blade, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while the ginger scream out a mixture of frantic curses and pleasured groans. “Soon, you’ll feel so, so, good, baby. Once I breed you well, you don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

“Nnh—go to hell! I swear Queen Tsaritsa would punish—yo-u! Ahh!”

Tsaritsa? Zhongli wanted to laugh. He was the most powerful god among the seven. What could the icy harlot do? The best she could do was to stand and watch as Zhongli claim one of his best warriors to be his bride.

“She couldn’t, little ember,” chuckled the geo lord. “If she could, she would’ve killed me already. She can’t help you.”

Childe let out a pitiful noise, a tear slipped down his cheek. “Don’t talk about her like that—uh—I beg you…,”

“It’s the truth.” Childe screamed from a particularly hard thrust, his pussy twitching. Still, Zhongli continued to stroke Childe’s oversensitive walls with his cock, merciless. “I defeated her in the archon war, little wife. She only still existed from my mercy. Your queen could not fight me.”

Childe stopped mentioning her after that. Good riddance. Now those beautiful lips of his were only used to call Zhongli’s name, cursing under his breath from the never-ending stimulation and begging to be spared of the agony of losing his already fractured mind.

“I’m close,” Zhongli grunted. He pistoned his hips faster, harder, leaving all protests dead in Childe’s throat. He could not even form clear words, slurring as his eyes cross and his world turns to a blurry haze once more. “Open your cervix for me, baby. Let me pour all of my seed into you.”

“Ah—D-don—t,” Childe squeaked. More tears spilled from his damp eyes, both from the intense pleasure and the overwhelming mix of emotions. He was close too, gritting his teeth as he tried his best to suppress the impending orgasm. “Please, please don’t come inside! I beg you, Morax, please, don't—Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—I'm going to—c-cum!”

The alpha came with a roar, shooting ropes and ropes of white directly into the awaiting womb. Childe’s eyes roll to the back of his head, tongue lolling out as he milked the seed off the god’s spear with every clench of his vagina, the hot liquid searing all rationality left in his brain. Zhongli's knot finally sealed their fate, the flared base ensuring the omega to not waste a single drop of the potent semen.

The omega, back in his delirious state, instinctively rocked back against the source of pleasure. Zhongli watched with a proud smile tugged on his lips, helping his new little wife to prolong the euphoric pleasure by rolling his hips, earning incoherent whines from the spent omega. Childe is finally his. His perfect, young omega.

“My perfect, little wife,” he breathes, planting kisses on Childe’s cheeks and open lips. “I love you so much.”

Zhongli thought that maybe the adepti was right. He was indeed in need of a mate.

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Um? Hi?

So sorry if this is not the update that you expected, but uh… Thank you so much for reading my fic! It has been a year and I didn’t expect it to still receive so much love, and for it, I feel very, very blessed! Once again, thank you for reading my fic!

Anyway, I decided to not make a sequel/2nd chapter for this fic because I just couldn’t decide on an ending, and I feel like the 1st chapter’s ending is already sufficient? I made like 3 or 4 drafts with different endings but still couldn’t decide which one I should go with, so I decided that I should let the ending be inconclusive instead ^p^

Anyway (again) if you want to know the endings (drafts) i created, there are:
1. Childe surrenders and fully become ZL’s wife
2. Timeskip to when Childe and ZL already has kids
3. Childe continues to fight the instinct to be a wife and suffers with his fractured mind basically (fav idea but idk how to execute it)

Which one is your favorite ending? Or are you imagining a different ending?

For the past year I’ve been very demotivated to write, but I will try my best to write again!!! Even though I’m so sorry if it’s not as high quality, somehow I lost my writing skill from all the time I’m not using it (cry)

Lastly, thank you thank you thank you for reading, bookmarking, and all the kudos! I love you guys so much!!!